The sun traversed the sky over the course of the long, long car ride. It wasn't the longest they had ever been on but it certainly wasn't the shortest, either. They were roughly three hours in. For about an hour of that, none of them were aware of the time that had passed. They couldn't even remember what had played on the radio, although they all distinctly remembered singing along to at least one song.

Ophelia had been drifting off. Her elbow rested on the door, and her cheek rested on her hand. Every so often, Weston could see her head nod forward in his peripheral vision. He grinned. It was a pleasant reminder that she was still human.

She was pulled fully awake when she felt the car veer off the road. They had arrived at a bus station. A way point. Rin's eyes barely glanced up from his handheld, but Ophelia's brow furrowed. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and turned to look at Weston. "Why are we stopping?"

"I need to piss."

Ophelia rolled her eyes. "Couldn't hold it?" She muttered.

"We're only like, halfway there. We still have a good three hours." He shut the car door to prevent his friend from protesting any further. He got a good few steps away before the tell tale sign of the passenger door opening and closing hits his ears. He stops in his tracks and emits the quietest of sighs.

"I want snacks." She muttered, pulling a wad of bills from her pocket. "Maybe a cinnabon." The two of them walk, silently, into the stop.

In a far corner stood a woman. Really, she was part of a pair of women, but she was the only one that stood out at that moment. Her attire was military fatigues and a gas mask was worn askew, giving the side of her head another face. Her skin was a dark brown color, but it seemed less than alive. A gray undertone tainted once bright and vibrant skin.

Ophelia made uncomfortable eye contact with the figure. Millions of thoughts entered their mind at once. This person couldn't have been human, could she? Not in the SCP agents mind. Everything slightly abnormal was no doubt supernatural in nature. Could they be a hamster? No, no, vampire. Hamsters are small fuzzy animals, and this person was taller than Ophelia(which, admittedly, wasn't a hard thing to be) and remarkably furless. She begun to wonder where she got the word hamster from and had to physically stop her mind from wandering. Her eyebrow twitched. Ophelia shook her head and moved onward to collect the small box of baked, sticky goodness.

The woman with the gas mask watched Ophelia with coal black eyes. If anyone were to look close enough, they'd see a ring of brown just outside the extremely dilated pupil. In a chair beside her sat another woman. This woman was once pale, but she bore a tan. She sat with her legs spread and sipped at a soft drink. "That the broad we're lookin for?" She asked, jerking her head in Ophelia's direction.

The standing woman nodded. She was silent for a long moment, but slowly she speaks. "I think." If the dead could speak, the tone they used would probably sound like the flat one that exited her mouth.

The sitting one snorts. "Heh, how many other people out there look like her?" She lifts a hand, letting the l shape that her thumb and forefinger creates frame Ophelia. "She's so tiny. There isn't a lot of people that small, is there?"

The other nodded. This prompted their sitting companion to pull themselves into a standing position. They stretched, groaning softly. "Welp, best we go eaves drop a little and find out where they're going, huh?"

Another nod was all the blonde got in response. She frowned and popped a stick of gum in their mouth before moving closer to their target.

Ophelia ordered her cinnabon without issue. She vaguely felt the eyes of a stranger on her, but brushed it off as someone checking her out. She was more distracted by the sickeningly sweet goodness contained within the flimsy cardboard box. She ate as she walked, stabbing at it haphazardly with a fork before deciding to risk the stickiness and use her hands.

Weston nearly collided with her. He wasn't looking down, but across the room. He trips backwards and catches himself. "There you are. Get everything you wanted?"

"Yah." Lia responded around a mouth full of half chewed food. Weston rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I'm gonna grab some drinks. Coke okay?"

Lia swallows and nods. "Yeah. Thanks. I'll be in the car."

Both young adults turn to walk off, but Ophelia suddenly turns on her heel and shouts. "Yo! How long till Canada?"

Weston's eyes flit upwards and he checks his watch. "Ehhh, about three hours? Maybe two and a half?"

Lia nods and gives a small, two fingered salute to her friend.

The mysterious duo followed her out of the facility, but they sat themselves on a bench outside it. The blonde lit up a cigarette and trained her eyes on the approaching thunderheads. "Canada, eh?" They snickered.

"It would seem so." They're eyes followed the girl to the car.

The blonde took a long drag and exhaled slowly. They enjoyed the silence for now. The question of how they planned to follow their target crossed their mind, but she was sure that her partner would come up with someone. So for now she relaxed.

The first rain drop hit Weston as he left the awning overlooking the benches. It was large and thick. He groaned in exasperation and booked it to the car.