fuck,” Grant laughs and lays down in the back seat.
“I wonder if they’re heading to Florida,” Sine says. His voice was even more monotone as tired as he is. We all probably feel like zombies. I know I do.
“Why do you think that?” I ask.
“Remember what I was talking about earlier? NASA teamed up with this company called One Forever. Ever since NASA had problems with their first manned mission to Mars where half the crew died, the government made cuts on how much money they get for future projects. NASA found One Forever several years ago and decided to incorporate with them in a deal. Once One forever got public attention, not only was the National Air and Space administration interested, but so was the armed forces. Exactly why I don’t know. I have a feeling Eighty-Six and the other run-aways have a lot to do with it.” Sine explained.
“If you knew all of this, why didn’t you tell us? May have changed our way of thinking before we made this deal with him. I mean, this is way bigger than us, Sine!” I exclaim.
“I tried to tell you. People don’t hear me,” he laughs.
“I guess it’s too late to worry about it,” I reply. Right about then the black sedan puts on it’s right turn signal and takes the Lancaster exit.
“Here we go!” Sine shouts.
“Let’s get him back, boys!” Grant jumps out of his sleep.
“You’re spirit has changed. That nap do you good, Grant?” I ask as I get off the same exit.
“I was out voted by you two. I might as well make the best of it and not puss out!” He laughs.
“There ya go, buddy! Bout time,” I say.
I follow the other vehicle down a few blocks in town Lancaster for a few moments, trying to stay unnoticed, and they finally pull into a convenience store parking lot next to a fuel pump. The driver, wearing all black clothing, came out as we pulled in and walked inside.
“How we gonna pull this off?” Grant asks.
“How ever we can. Let’s just make sure they don’t know who we are,” I say.
“Looks like the driver is going inside. I’ll go slow him down,” Sine says.
“Alright. Grant and I will go get Eighty-six,” I say.
“There’s another guy in there guarding him. What we do about that?” Grant asks as Sine steps out and walks into the store. I hand Grant a bandana to wear and then I put one on. With our face
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll handle it,” I tell him and we both get out of the car and walk over to the black sedan. “Watch this.”
I walk over to the passenger side window and tap on it to get their attention. The tinted window, which wasn’t tinted enough to see inside, rolls down and I see an officer sitting there.
“Excuse me, but do you know how to get to Harrisburg?” I ask him.
“Well, head west right out here on this highway and then... Wait a minute... You look familiar. Weren’t you just at the station in Newark?” He asks me.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him,” I say and point to Grant who was standing at the other side pointing the gun through the driver’s side window. He still recognizes us. God damn it!
“What do you want from me!?” The officer panics.
“We don’t want to hurt you. We just want our friend back,” I say.
“Go ahead, but you’ll have a big problem on your hands,” he says.
“I’m fine with that. Unlock the door,” I say.