Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too - Highway to Hell by ACDC

Finally Jake's stomach started to settle down while his head stopped pounding. It seems his healing factor was having a hard time curing his hang over. His recovery would've been quicker if it wasn't for Jess's music selection. Don't get him wrong. So far majority of the selection have been classic heavy metal. AC/DC, Aerosmith, Metallica, and Iron Madian, but it was their early stuff. Nothing recent. Rob Zombie popped up a few times, but again his old stuff. At least, she stopped hitting on him just busy drumming her hands to the beat of each song against the steering wheel and lip syncing even if she seemed to change of few words.

"Rise Rodimus Prime," she said when a few keyboard notes started, then "You got the touch," now another gay ass song got going.

Here's another example why he had a hard timer figuring her for a head banger. This and that song by Burt Backasuck were giving him second thoughts about her being a head banger. Then again she did stop hitting on him for now.

The electric guitar the drumbeat proved to be a slight improvement, but the "When I see what I want. I'm going to take it," really hurts the song, but still it's an improvement.

"Where are we going?"

"Lake Okanagen to check on a former associate."

"Then what was James?"

"A friend who moonlighted some black ops with me and Rath.

Electric guitar, soft drum beat with Jess saying, "Daniel," followed by, "Sometimes when your hopes have all been shattered," ended any further conversion.

Sighing, Jake hoped this Lake Okanagen had phones.

"She going to kill me," he thought.

Sudden jolt of the truck woke Raven up. Noticing how close she was to Rath, she quickly added some space between them.

Smiling, he shook his head. Peering over the top of the wooden walls, he noticed they were no longer in town.

Leaning close to Raven, "Come on," he whispered, "we're leaving this tin can hearse."

Crawling over the bodies towards the tail gate caused the plastic crackled under their weight.

Getting up, "Up and over," swinging his legs over the wooden tail gate barrier.

Not asking a question, she did the same thing. Gripping the edge of the wooden barrier, their feet rested on the truck's bumper.

"On three," he whispered, "One, two…," then Raven let go forcing Rath did the same thing.

Hitting the dirt hard ground knocked the wind out of their lungs. Coughing, Rath lifted his head up and watched the truck's dirt trail disappear. Going to one knee, he peered over his shoulder at Raven holding her left side.

"You always go on three," he stated, "never before THREE!"

"I'm new to this."

Getting to his feet, he dug into his coat pocket. Pulling a small pentagon shaped box out, he cupped his hands over it.

"What is that?" asked Raven.

Instead of answering, he lifted his left hand up. Two flaps swung open allowing a needle to rise into the air. Turning counterclockwise three times, it stopped.

Noticing the direction, "This way," he said returning the box to his coat pocket.

Walking proved difficult for since Nemo had an impossible pace for her to keep up with.

"Can you slow down?"

"Not a walker are, we? Besides need to add distance plus not going to make it before it gets dark," remarked Rath.

"We're sending the night out here?"

"Never been camping?"

"This isn't my idea of camping."

"Well ice princess, we're making do."

"I should've stayed home."

"Then why did you leave?"

"None of your business."

"Then save your breath for we got same walking to do before it gets dark."

Gritting her teeth, how she wished her powers would work so she could teach this jerk a lesson. Her body was still sore from getting out of town and jumping off the truck so trying to keep pace with Nemo wasn't easy.

"Will you please, slow down?"

No response.

"Jerk," she muttered

Stopping, "Excuse me?" turning around.

"You're a jerk."

"Depending on one's perspective."

"You could be a little nicer."

"Don't got the time which we're losing cause of your tantrum."

"I'm not having a tantrum."

"Then must be your time of the month."

"You need to slow down."

"What? Don't like fast men?"

"Especially ones who won't slow down to let a bruised and battered extremely pissed off woman to keep up with them."

"Yep, that time of the month."

Throwing her hands up in the air, she stomped her foot storming past Nemo.

"Miss Roth?"

"What?"

"Danger zone and wrong direction," pointing, "That's the direction we're going."

"Fine, jerk."

"Matter of perspective."

Reaching the limit of the chain and her patience, she took fast, huge steps towards him.

Jamming her finger against his chest, "You think you're something special."

Holding his hands behind his back, he leaned forward until their noses touched.

Staring into her fired up purple eyes, "Depends one's point of view."

"From my point of view, you're the sorriest excuse for…a…man."

"Meaning your boyfriend is the best thing since slice bread."

"An improvement over you."

"Why am I having a hard time believing that?"

"I don't care what you believe. You're too stupid to properly rescue anyone."

"Got us out of that town."

"By hiding in the back of a truck with bodies."

"Had a few good moments in couple truck beds," walking past Raven, "May not know much from your perspective, but know enough to get a blooming move on."

"You could say please. That's what gentlemen say.""

"Please, Miss Roth, move that cute ass before I have to kick it besides your spell didn't work cause of the nullifying spell on the shackles."

"What?"

Holding his left wrist up, "The markings are a nullifying spell. Since your enchantment didn't work this may be the reason way."

Staring at her shackle, how didn't she notice it? Pulling of the chain caused her feet to move.

"You don't have to walk so fast."

"Adding distance between us and men with guns trying to kill us."

"They want me alive. You're a different story."

"To have their way with your body," moving his feet forward, "Wouldn't blame them."

Slowing his pace down allowed her to keep pace with him.

Walking beside him, Raven's ears detected humming. Staring at Rath, she noticed his head tilting side to side.

"What are you humming?"

"Cinderella."

"That's not Cinderella."

"Not by Disney, but by Vince Gill," he said, "Say you're sorry. You still care. She came by my place again, crying about you man. You should love her twice as much. I try to remember you're a friend but it's getting a little rough."

"And that's post to mean what?"

"You didn't let me finish. This is the chorus. She's just tired of being Cinderella. She can't live that way no more. She needs a little affection, a little understanding. You better be careful cause the next time she comes to my door. She won't be a Cinderella no more."

"Answer my first question. What does that post to mean?"

"Simple. A guy goes to his best friend's place. His friend tells him that his girl…his girlfriend came by his place cried about the guy who just showed up. The friend is telling the guy if he doesn't try to show more affection and understanding his girlfriend is going to leave him. Just like your idiot of a boyfriend."

"He's not an idiot. He's a six-star general."

"Says who."

"The organization."

"The organization?"

"I've said too much."

"Why, think I won't believe you?"

"It's a secret organization."

"How did you find out? He talked in his sleep, didn't he?"

"He doesn't talk in his sleep."

"No, but he sucks at keeping secrets."

"It's getting dark."

Noticing the setting sun, "So it is. Time to prove that these boots are made for walking."