After leaving their motel room and bandaging Sam's now broken nose, they headed back on the road. Sam had evidently missed a chapter while he was gone. "So, she broke my nose for what?" He said, though the nasal injury made his voice sound funny. "Because…she's Six. You don't even have to know her that long to realize she'll break your nose if you offend her." "How the fuck did I offend her!" John shrugged his shoulders. He didn't have an answer for that one. Or any of the questions that related to Six. Because he didn't understand her, or her fucked up way of thinking. Yes, he conceded, he was staring, he did appreciate the shower and how the water glistened on her skin, reflecting the crappy lighting of the motel room and giving her an Ethereal look. But it didn't mean he was eye-fucking her. Just admiring. Yeah, that's it, admiring. Sam looked at him again, cocking an eyebrow. "Well?" John was puzzled. What the fuck was he talking about? Shaking his head he glanced at Sam before his eyes returned to the road. Or, as Sam saw it, they returned to Six. She was in front of them, raging a hell storm of dust on the red death trap. Blondes were obviously Satan's besties. But that meant Sarah was too. Well, she could—No, it was just Six. She was the only blonde she-devil, Sarah was nothing like her. Six was bitchy, Six was antagonistic, Six was annoying, Six was gorgeous, Six was alluring—"What the fuck!" Sam jumped, literally bouncing in place as he clutched Bernie Cozar. "What the fuck do you mean what the fuck! What's going on with you John!" He screeched as the tires did the same, skidding the truck to a halt on the side of the road as Sam yelled out to Six, telling her to stop. Apparently, Loric hearing was rather good, as she turned around, obviously pissed off if her speed was anything to go by and drove towards them. "Nothing…I just—Are all girls supposed to confuse you to the point where you feel you brain just literally turning to mush? I swear it's happening!" He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair before hitting his fist off the steering wheel.
"Where the fuck are we even going?" He snarled as Six came into view, pulling off her helmet and letting her golden locks blow in the wind. "What John?" She enquired, obviously ignoring him if she answered when Sam called her back. He glared at her, steely eyed. "Where are we going?" "We are going to Canada, I have some previous contact with a protector over there, so I think if not Five, then one of the others is there. So, currently, after twelve hours, we're in…" she pulled a phone out of her pocket, tapping on it for several moments before looking at him with a smile. "We're coming up to Aberdeen soon. That, boys, is what travelling for nineteen hours does! Gets you places! Not that you lackeys would know that! Now get your asses in the truck and let's go." She ordered, spinning on her heel and striding back towards her bike with what appeared like a flirtatious sway of the hips. But she didn't have that before…did she? Was it for him? Or Sam? Did she even like either of them in that way? "Quit staring at my ass and get in the truck John!" She hollered over her shoulder, finally reaching her bike as John jumped up, not bothering to protest as he scrambled into the truck only to be shoved into the passenger's seat. "I'll drive; don't think you can handle more than six thoughts." John gave no protest, merely a nod as Bernie Cozar rested in his lap with a slobbering lick to the face. Did she even like any of them as friends?