Chapter 6: Searching Some More?

"Plato, do a scan. See if you can find the house that guy told us about," Trek said.

"Roger wilco, boss!" his motorcycle said in an over enthusiastic computerized voice.

They drove along a deserted highway. Their cycles were joined together again and were simply cruising along in no real hurry. The scenery was much more pleasant than the drab grays and browns of the junk yard. The thick forests along the road were already shedding their leaves in preparation of the coming winter. The woods seemed to come alive with bright colors. There were reds and yellows, purples and even a slight tint of blue in some of the leaves. Here and there an evergreen tree popped out of the foliage to greet passersby.

Erica took a deep breath and sighed. Yes, this was much better than that junk yard, and a lot better than their headquarters at Skywalker. Skywalker itself was nothing but desert, and the only air force part about it was once in a while the government parked their planes there. And their headquarters? Erica smirked. Their headquarters was just a very large plane called Sky One. In it they had their briefing room, their sleeping quarters, and a big garage for their cars near the tail. And the cars. She had to admit, they were awesome. All of them talked with personalities all their own. She glanced at her motorcycle.

Why did I have to get the paranoid goodie two shoes one that's concerned only with rules and regulations? she thought.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" her cycle asked. "Do I have a bug on my windshield?"

Erica rolled her eyes behind the visor on her helmet, "No, Kat. Relax and keep scanning."

"Are you sure?" the wavering female voice asked.

"Quite. Keep scanning," she replied.

The next few minutes were passed quietly. The only sound heard was the steady drone of the motors. Plato finally broke the silence.

"I say, I say, boy! I done found that thar hacienda you were a lookin' fer," he said with a rustic cowboy accent.

"Really?" Trek said. "Where?"

"About half a mile down the road," Kat replied. "But the turnoff leads down a smaller road. A mile or so down that road is the house. Quite old fashioned, I should think."

"Well, that old guy did say she didn't like populated areas," reminded Trek.

"Ah'd take that with a grain 'o salt," Plato said with an Illinois accent.

"What did he say?" asked Erica.

Trek shook his head, "He means he doesn't trust that guy."

"I don't blame him," she said quietly. She didn't know why, but she thought there was something more to that guy than meets the eye.



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Sorry so short this time! Keep going though! It gets pretty good next scene! ^_^