“Brendon and I were making fantastic time on our journey to El Paso. The digital clock in my helmet read only 10:36 and we had already travelled a couple hundred miles. The roads were clear, save for an occasional wrecked car or semi. We hadn’t passed a living soul yet. The ATV seemed to have a top speed of 60 miles per hour and I had been keeping that pace as well as possible. It had been a bit chilly when we had first set out, but now it was warming up. I was glad to be wearing a helmet. It protected my face against the slicing of the wind. I was fairly confident that Brendon had been complaining the whole time, but it could have been the metallic wurrr of the Moguse’s hybrid engine. The Forger’s modified Moguse reconnaissance vehicle was a beast. Without it, travel to El Paso would have been impossible.
Around noon, I made the executive decision to stop. We’d refuel and drink some water. We had a shot of making it to Texas today if all went to plan. I dismounted the vehicle and ripped open one of our last two protein bars. I tossed half of it to Brendon. Then, I refueled the ATV while Brendon consulted the map. We had a couple sips of water and prepared to head out. I walked up to the front of the ATV and prepared to climb up.
‘I’m driving,’ Brendon sternly declared.
I mounted the back of the ATV and cursed under my breath.”
Around noon, I made the executive decision to stop. We’d refuel and drink some water. We had a shot of making it to Texas today if all went to plan. I dismounted the vehicle and ripped open one of our last two protein bars. I tossed half of it to Brendon. Then, I refueled the ATV while Brendon consulted the map. We had a couple sips of water and prepared to head out. I walked up to the front of the ATV and prepared to climb up.
‘I’m driving,’ Brendon sternly declared.
I mounted the back of the ATV and cursed under my breath.”