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because it rocks!
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For the next half hour Indiana sat on a bench in a kind of bewildered shock. She watched the comings and goings of the trucks that pulled in with only half an eye. When she finally came out of her self-imposed daze she noticed a beat up blue pick-up driving in. Indiana watched as the driver put the keys above the sun visor on the driver's side of the car before he walked into the cafe.
Looking both ways she slid over to the pick up, taking the keys from their hiding place she opened the door and slid inside. For a brief instant she felt a little guilty. The thought of having to catch a lift with a trucker decided the matter for her. As quickly as she could Indiana placed her bag on the passenger seat, started the engine and pulled out of the lot. She'd gotten driving lessons from dad about three months before the accident. Driving wasn't her problem; it was the stopping that tripped her up.
*Well if I get my way I won't be stopping.*
Indiana put more pressure on the pedal.
.......
*Damn! Damn! Damn! This could only happen to me.*
She punched the fuel gage a couple of times to see if the needle jumped.
It didn't.
Two miles or so back white smoke had started billowing from the engine, but Indiana had pressed on.
She slammed the door as she got out.
*Stupid. Bloody. Truck.*
As Indiana tried to lift the bonnet she burned her fingers, that was it as far as she was concerned. The set backs of the last month and a half boiled within her. With a scream of rage Indiana flung her hands towards the smoking truck.
.........
Logan looked up as the door of the bar swung open. A figure stumbled in. It was a girl, she was holding a battered bandana to the side of her head trying to stop the flow of blood, she also had the wildest hair Logan had seen outside the School.
"You 'all right Ma'am?"
Asked the bartender. The girl made her way to the bar, but didn't sit down. She nodded. Logan noticed she had a slight cut on one cheek. She also had exquisitely long nails
"Wha' happen'd?"
He asked passing over some napkins. The girl winced as she put them to her head. Looking around she spotted a pad, picking it up she motioned for a pencil from the bar tender.
/Car trouble./
The bar tender looked at the paper. Then looked at the girl.
"Can you talk, honey?"
The girl shook her head.
"But you can understand me?" She nodded
"What kind of trouble?"
The girl took the pad back.
/It exploded./
"Gosh. You're lucky to be alive."
Again the girl nodded. She lent over the pad and started writing again.
/Could you tell me the fastest way to New York from here please?/
The bar tender set about giving precise but complicated instructions of how to get there. Halfway through the girl held up a hand. Taking the pad she wrote.
/Would anyone in hear be going that way? Or in that general direction?/
"Hey guys!"
The drinkers looked at him
"Anyone going to New York?"
One of the truckers in the corner raised a glass
"I am."
Logan looked at who had spoken, the guy had spent the last two hours bragging about his 'conquests', if you could call them that. It sounded more like all the unwilling women he had forced into bed.
*This is not my problem. This has absolutely nothing to do with me* Thought Logan *Would you let Rouge get into a vehicle with that guy?* Whispered a little voice in the back of his mind.
The trucker was moving towards the bar with a leer. Pushing his stool back Logan put a hand on the girl's arm.
"I'll take her."
Logan thought he might have imagined the relief in both the girl's and the bartender's eyes, but he doubted it.
/Thanks. I'm Indiana./
"Logan. Get your stuff, the bike's outside."
Logan finished his beer and picked up his bag.
"Hey, what's the big idea? I said I'd take her."
Shouted the trucker. Logan pushed Indiana towards the door.
"I think the lady's decided to ride with me."
Logan ducked under the first punch, and drove his fist up into the trucker's rib cage. He doubled over with a grunt.
........
Indiana watched the fight fearfully from the doorway. It looked like Logan was winning, but having no experience in bar brawls Indiana couldn't tell. She was just about to take out the gun and let off some shots when the trucker went down and stayed down. Logan picked up his bag and started walking towards the door.
........
"Make sure you got a good grip on me. This bike goes pretty fast."
Indiana nodded as she got on behind Logan. Putting her arms around his middle she held on. Logan started up the bike and they rode out of the parking lot.
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So what do you guys think so far?
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For the next half hour Indiana sat on a bench in a kind of bewildered shock. She watched the comings and goings of the trucks that pulled in with only half an eye. When she finally came out of her self-imposed daze she noticed a beat up blue pick-up driving in. Indiana watched as the driver put the keys above the sun visor on the driver's side of the car before he walked into the cafe.
Looking both ways she slid over to the pick up, taking the keys from their hiding place she opened the door and slid inside. For a brief instant she felt a little guilty. The thought of having to catch a lift with a trucker decided the matter for her. As quickly as she could Indiana placed her bag on the passenger seat, started the engine and pulled out of the lot. She'd gotten driving lessons from dad about three months before the accident. Driving wasn't her problem; it was the stopping that tripped her up.
*Well if I get my way I won't be stopping.*
Indiana put more pressure on the pedal.
.......
*Damn! Damn! Damn! This could only happen to me.*
She punched the fuel gage a couple of times to see if the needle jumped.
It didn't.
Two miles or so back white smoke had started billowing from the engine, but Indiana had pressed on.
She slammed the door as she got out.
*Stupid. Bloody. Truck.*
As Indiana tried to lift the bonnet she burned her fingers, that was it as far as she was concerned. The set backs of the last month and a half boiled within her. With a scream of rage Indiana flung her hands towards the smoking truck.
.........
Logan looked up as the door of the bar swung open. A figure stumbled in. It was a girl, she was holding a battered bandana to the side of her head trying to stop the flow of blood, she also had the wildest hair Logan had seen outside the School.
"You 'all right Ma'am?"
Asked the bartender. The girl made her way to the bar, but didn't sit down. She nodded. Logan noticed she had a slight cut on one cheek. She also had exquisitely long nails
"Wha' happen'd?"
He asked passing over some napkins. The girl winced as she put them to her head. Looking around she spotted a pad, picking it up she motioned for a pencil from the bar tender.
/Car trouble./
The bar tender looked at the paper. Then looked at the girl.
"Can you talk, honey?"
The girl shook her head.
"But you can understand me?" She nodded
"What kind of trouble?"
The girl took the pad back.
/It exploded./
"Gosh. You're lucky to be alive."
Again the girl nodded. She lent over the pad and started writing again.
/Could you tell me the fastest way to New York from here please?/
The bar tender set about giving precise but complicated instructions of how to get there. Halfway through the girl held up a hand. Taking the pad she wrote.
/Would anyone in hear be going that way? Or in that general direction?/
"Hey guys!"
The drinkers looked at him
"Anyone going to New York?"
One of the truckers in the corner raised a glass
"I am."
Logan looked at who had spoken, the guy had spent the last two hours bragging about his 'conquests', if you could call them that. It sounded more like all the unwilling women he had forced into bed.
*This is not my problem. This has absolutely nothing to do with me* Thought Logan *Would you let Rouge get into a vehicle with that guy?* Whispered a little voice in the back of his mind.
The trucker was moving towards the bar with a leer. Pushing his stool back Logan put a hand on the girl's arm.
"I'll take her."
Logan thought he might have imagined the relief in both the girl's and the bartender's eyes, but he doubted it.
/Thanks. I'm Indiana./
"Logan. Get your stuff, the bike's outside."
Logan finished his beer and picked up his bag.
"Hey, what's the big idea? I said I'd take her."
Shouted the trucker. Logan pushed Indiana towards the door.
"I think the lady's decided to ride with me."
Logan ducked under the first punch, and drove his fist up into the trucker's rib cage. He doubled over with a grunt.
........
Indiana watched the fight fearfully from the doorway. It looked like Logan was winning, but having no experience in bar brawls Indiana couldn't tell. She was just about to take out the gun and let off some shots when the trucker went down and stayed down. Logan picked up his bag and started walking towards the door.
........
"Make sure you got a good grip on me. This bike goes pretty fast."
Indiana nodded as she got on behind Logan. Putting her arms around his middle she held on. Logan started up the bike and they rode out of the parking lot.
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So what do you guys think so far?