"I hate Boston." I grumbled as we continued our seemingly endless journey to the East Coast.
"You've never even been to Boston!" My self-proclaimed "side-kick" quipped from the passenger seat.
"Therefore, you can't hate it." She added as she stretched out with a yawn.
"I thought you were sleeping…" I huffed, turning down the radio.
"And I thought you were supposed to wake me at the Border so you could get some sleep." Kenlie replied, turning the radio back up.
"I'm not tired." I explained far too quickly.
"You have to sleep, Ady. After all, you're only human….Well, mostly."
I ignored my best friend as I often did and squinted my eyes at the sign ahead that read "Boston 35 Miles".
"We shouldn't be here." I more or less whispered, my uneasy feelings about this were never something I hid from Kenlie or the guard.
"We have to find him." She began with a large sigh.
"Before they do or we're all screwed! This flu has been a blessing, their numbers have dropped…" She was in full on rant mode now and I knew if I didn't stop here soon, she'd never quit.
"I don't need percentages, Lee." I said as I cracked my window and lit a cigarette.
"What I need is to be going off of something concrete." I began, taking a deep drag and exhaled toward the open window.
"If, and that's a big if, Mother did bury him, we have no idea where she'd have done that. They just assume that he'll be around here because he was last seen here. We're running off of questionable information provided by a very sick man, so forgive me if I'm not exactly gung ho about wasting our time here." If she had given me the chance I would have continued rambling on.
"I get it, Dee. You hate that we're on a wild goose chase but I'd rather be doing this than sitting around doing nothing." She said her voice calm but her annoyance with my demeanor was clear.
"Besides, if they get anything at home they'll let us know."
Kenlie kept me grounded and sometime I hated that. She had much more faith in the Guard than I had, a sorry statement coming for a Guard General to make.
"I know." I confessed with a sigh. We couldn't just sit around waiting for word that Aidan Waite was indeed the key to curing the vampire masses of this flu and by then it would be too late.