Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
When Cain suggested that they track down Demilo, to 'borrow' his truck, the other three didn't argue. Zipperhead and Furball just nodded, willing to let him lead. DG meanwhile had her nose scrunched up like she'd just smelled something rotten. It was a rather suitable expression for dealing with the disgusting slob of a man. Cain fancied that he'd had more baths in the last eight annuals.
At their arrival at Demilo's truck they found the sleaze fast asleep, between his two mistresses. Unfortunately for every person in attendance, the man was shirtless. And his flabby, hairy belly was hanging out, making bile rise in Cain's throat.
He mulled over different tactics to wake his sometimes informant, finally settling on his favorite and one that required him to touch him the least. So he kicked the man's too-large boots, several times. Doing his best to resist the urge to smile, he delivered another kick when the first few didn't wake the other man.
The mistresses woke first, slapping their hands on the man's bare stomach. Cain spared a second to feel sorry for them, and to wonder at whether or not Demilo knew that the twins hadn't always been…exactly female. He doubted it, but then again…
It only took a few moments after Demilo awoke, to bodily throw the other man out of the truck. The twins glared at the ex-Tin Man before grabbing an armful each of clothing, including thankfully a shirt and jacket for Demilo to put on, and slinked out to pick him off the street.
Cain had just slung himself up into the cab, and began trying to figure out how to run the truck when Demilo fully recovered what little wits he had and began whining about Cain 'commandeering' the vehicle. Personally he though it made the dark-haired man sound like a spoiled little kid whining about having to share his favorite toy, but that was just him. And Demilo remembering he was married with children, only then, was laughable.
DG slid into the cab next to him, dressed back in her own clothing and out of that … distracting dress she'd worn before. He'd planned, of course, to haul her out of the back if necessary. He needed to keep a close eye on her, for her own sake. And so he was gratified she'd saved them all a step and just sat beside him without a word.
Finally, he gave up trying to figure out the mechanical contraption that Demilo called his vehicle. Either the design of trucks had changed in the last eight years to an unrecognizable degree, or the cheap bastard had jury-rigged it himself out of glue and toothpicks. Cain hadn't really expected the response to his murmured question to come from Demilo. Especially since he'd asked DG of all people about Other Side technology. And wasn't surprised when the needed information was easily volunteered.
DG followed Demilo's instructions easily, finding the necessary lever and button much faster than Cain reluctantly admitted he could have. She seemed to have some innate understanding that he himself lacked. And he couldn't help looking over at her, several times.
The look she gave him made him do the near incomprehensible, thank Demilo. The shock of those words coming from him must've jolted Demilo out of his stupor, and he restarted his dreary squawking.
They pulled away, Demilo still half-heartedly yelling after them. Cain smirked in amusement at the other man's distress, shrugging when DG sent him a reproachful look. Besides, the tips of her own lips kept quirking up seemingly against her will. She was cute, and damn it. He shouldn't be noticing that.
Sorry for the huge delay, RL and the family sucked the life out of me. But the next chapter is written, just needs to be typed up. So most likely tomorrow night.