Christian
Christian left Kirk at about 12:30am. The duplicator was catching Z's, so Christian had snuck out.
He'd inevitably chuck a fit when he realized what he'd done, but he had to do this... for Chloe. He knew how much she meant to Kirk.
He wheeled the bike down the road a little, then started it as he got around the corner. He knew eyes were watching him as he headed for the outskirts of Tulsa. With a gulp, he picked up speed, heading for the highway.
When he got to the sign, the highway was deserted. Not to mention pitch black, at 12:50am.
Nevertheless, he saw headlights in the distance.
Spook
Christina drove to where she had arranged to meet Christian, Chloe tied up and gagged in the back seat and RK sleeping in the passenger seat. She saw the sign and pulled in, flicking her cigarette stub out the window.
RK sat up, golden eyes gleaming in the dark.
"Yeah, we're here." Christina turned off the car and opened her door, stepping out. "Christian?"
Christian and Chloe
"Christina," Christian returned, the light of the moon enough for him to see where she was.
"Where is she?"
CHloe heard Christian's voice and groaned softly.
Spook
"Back seat of the car." Christina moved to open the back door and bent down to pick up Chloe underneath the armpits. She dragged the girl out and RK followed.
"Mrrurrrr?"
"She's fine, RK. Go annoy Christian or something."
"MEW!" RK shot Christian a dirty look. Being put in the bathroom had annoyed him slightly.
Christian and Chloe
Christian flipped RK the bird, then rushed over to Chloe.
He took her from Christina, and she looked up at him worriedly. He drew he dagger he'd made from his right boot and cut the rope off her, and she pulled the gag from her mouth.
"Christian...?" she began worriedly.
"Shh. I know what I'm doing," he insisted, pulling her to her feet, "just... take the bike back, ok?"
Chloe didn't lose the look of worry, before she took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. He responded wholeheartedly, before pulling away.
"Go! Steel doesn't know I'm here. Someone should see you on the way back in."
Chloe nodded, and traced a finger down the side of his face.
"Be careful."
Then she made for the bike.
Spook
Christina watched the girl ride off on the bike, then turned to Christian. "So, let's go." She was grateful that the night had hidden the flash of jealousy she knew must have shown on her face when the two had kissed. Damn. Maybe she should have killed the little bitch.
The hunter walked back to the car, RK at her heels.
"You want to sit front or back?"
Christian
Christian took a deep breath as he watched Chloe disappear into the distance, then shook his head and headed for the car.
"Back," he replied simply, running his fingers through his hair.
He opened the back door, hesitated, then got in.
Spook
"Ok." Christina got in and RK leapt across her lap into the passenger seat. "Careful cat."
RK gave her a look that said he was always careful, and any evidence to the contrary was all figments of her imagenation.
"You know, I would really like to know what exactly the hell you are, sometimes. You're not an ordinary cat, that's for sure."
Christina shook her head as she put the car in gear and drove off down the highway towards Elk City. Soon, however, she turned off the highway to the right.
Christian
Christian leant his head back against the window, every now and then looking up as if to watch where he was going.
He knew it didn't matter anyway. He was stuck with her now.
He rubbed the bandage on his left wrist with his thumb, just staring at the seat in front of him.
Spook
"How's the wrist?" Christina asked.
RK curled up on the seat, watching her drive.
"S'alright, is it?"
Christian
"Nothing I can't handle," Christian insisted, shifting slightly.
He hesitated, then scratched at his eyebrow ring.
Spook
"There's a medkit in the back seat. And the cooler's got drinks and some stuff to eat, if you want anything," Christina said, driving on into the night.
RK mewed.
"You're a glutton, RK." She fished in a package stuck down between the two front seats and got out a Twinkie. She unwrapped it for the cat and he settled down happily to eat it.
Christian
Christian looked around for a moment, spying the medkit and the cooler.
He pursed his lips for a moment in thought, then reached for the medkit. Opening it, he found the ointment again, and applied it to his eyebrow ring.
Looking at his wrist, he tried to decide whether or not if he should unwrap it and check it out. It was probably infected.
Spook
"You don't want to lose your hand," Christina said. "And it's unlikely where we're going that you'll see a healer anytime soon. Human medicine is what you got to work with."
Christian
"Human medicine sucks," Christian said plainly.
"Humans are so disadvantaged. I'm sure if they gave a damn about us they'd be willing to learn anything they could. But no... we have to go through scum like Blakesley and his puppies."
Spook
"Blakesley is an idiot." Christina reached the outskirts of a little town and drove through it. "But most people don't even know we exist. It's got its advantages and disadvantages. But as long as the YIRAAAS continure present policy, this is the way it's gonna be."
Christian
"Blakesley has serious mental issues," Christian frowned, "and I'd be glad to put him out of his misery. Ok, he's a sadist. I can understand him taking it out on people like Natalia and Mouse. But heck, he's not gay. Why do it to Taylor? I know he wants me just because I'm a clone. Good for nothing else."
Spook
"Some people just get off on power. It doesn't matter what gender the other person is." Christina tapped her fingernails against the steering wheel. "And you're good for something. Blakesley's a scientist, he doesn't see past the surface. He's blinkered."
Christian
"He just doesn't have a reason for doing it to Taylor anymore," Christian shook his head, looking out the window at the passing trees.
"I'll bet he's already broken. Good and broken. Willing to do anything $#!+ing Blakesley says, just so he doesn't get hurt."
He gulped, remembering the picture of Taylor he'd seen in the surveillance tapes.
Spook
"Taylor might surprise you," Christina said softly. "If he's been hanging out with Mouse a lot, I'm hoping she rubbed off on him."
She pulled into a driveway, and got out.
"We're changing cars here."
Christian
"Hanging out?" Christian raised his eyebrows as he got out of the car.
"They hardly let each other out of their sight. She's breaking because he's not there. And he's breaking without her, I bet."
He scratched his head.
"I don't know if you noticed when you saw her, but... she was wearing an engagement ring."
Spook
"Yep. Offered my congratulations. And god, Blakesley is a sick, sick bastard." Christina walked up to the front door and knocked on it.
"Que'est-que ce?"
"Salut. Je m'appelle Mignonette. Je suis ici pour ma voiture."
"Ah, oui." The door closed and the man behind it rattled with the safety chain. He opened it fully and stepped out. He looked to be in his early 20's, tall, with blue hair and brown eyes.
"Bleu cette fois?" Christina asked him as he walked around her to go around the back.
"Je me suis ennuyé avec le noir. Ainsi, vous allant où cette fois ? Quand serez-vous de retour, cherie?" He reached back to catch her waist.
"Je ne peux pas vous dire cela. Vous savez pourquoi. N'importe qui apparaît..." Christina leant into him for a second.
"Vous n'étiez jamais ici. Je ne sais pas de ce qu'elles parlent. Je suis juste s'occupant de la voiture de ma petite amie," he said like he was reciting a lesson.
"Bon!" Christina kissed him. "Vous êtes un si bon garçon. Aidez-moi à déplacer mes choses?"
"Naturellement, cherie!" He dropped a pair of keys into her waiting hand. "Vous le déplacez, je commencerez à obtenir vos choses prêtes à entrer dans lui." He walked back around the side of the house to her first car and started unpacking it onto the sidewalk.
"RK, don't bite him!" Christina called out as she got into the green/grey Impala. She started it and backed out down the double driveway, dodging the first car.
Christian
Christian just shook his head to himself as he listened to them talk, not understanding a single word they said.
Once she got the car backed out, he made his way around to it.
"Need help?" he offered.
Spook
"Michy can get it, can't you Michy?" Christina said.
"Oui, mademoiselle. Spook, what are you running from this time?" Michel slipped into a flawless Mid West accent.
"Who am I not running from?"
"Anyway, here's your things." He opened the back seat and loaded the cooler and medkit into the back. Then a whole lot of weapons and a few bags of stuff into the boot. "Don't die."
"Don't plan to. Anyway, I'll see you round."
"My door is always open."
"Unless you switch sides on me."
"Would I do that?"
"Well, Michel, can I say 'duh'? I'll be seeing you." RK leapt into the backseat and then squirmed over to the passenger seat as Michel slammed down the boot. "C'mon, sweetie," she said to Christian. "We've got a ways to go before we sleep."
"Go with God," Michel said, kissing his fingers, then raising his hand to his forehead and saluting her.
"Thanks for the sentiment, Michel."
Christian
Christian gave the man an odd look, before getting into the back again.
The further he was away from Christina, he figured, the better.
Closing the door behind him, he settled into a similar position that he'd been in in the last car.
Spook
Christina backed out of the driveway and drove away. Michel stood there for a moment longer, before going back inside the house.
"He's Muslim. What he did...like a bon voyage. Sorta." Christina drove on out of the town, towards the Canada/America border.
Christian
"Great," Christian replied, in a tone that showed just how interested he was.
After staring at the bandage for another while, he slowly began to undo it.
Spook
Christina shrugged slightly.
RK sniffed the air as he scented blood and flowed into the back seat. He looked at Christian consideringly, and mewed once, before curling up on the other seat.
"We'll stop in a few hours. Get some sleep."
Christian
"I don't need that much sleep. Just a couple of hours will do me."
Christian finally uncovered the wound, and winced slightly. Seeing it somehow always made it worse.
He grabbed some cotton wool and dabbed it in some of the ointment, before using it to clear some of the blood away. He couldn't tell if it was infected or not."
Spook
"That's good, cos that's all I was planning on. Then dump this car, get a new one, and off again."
RK moved over slightly and sniffed at Christian. Didn't smell sick...
"If you think you need it, we can stop off at a 24 hour clinic. Get that wrist looked at. There's some antibiotics in the kit. You should take some. Just in case."
Christian
Christian pursed his lips and looked through, finally spotting the small bottle. He frowned, not really willing to take the drugs, but figuring it was probably better than nothing.
Delaying having to take them, he continued cleaning the dried blood away. Then he saw a part near the deepest cut that looked slightly yellow.
"Oh great. Think it's infected. Or getting there."
Spook
"Great. Well, I'll take a look at it when we get there."
Christina kept driving.
RK mewed again, and Christina glanced back.
"What's up with you, cat?"
RK hissed, and then moved to gaze out the window, tail lashing.
"Ok."
Christian
Christian rolled his eyes, scratching near the cut. Damn itchiness.
He frowned at RK, hissed back, then looked out the window again as he rolled his eyes.
God that cat was getting annoying...
Spook
Christina chuckled slightly as Christian hissed back at RK.
The cat twisted his head to look at Christian and gave him a puzzled stare. What?
Christian
Christian turned back to RK, seeing the look the cat was giving him.
"What?" he demanded.
"Don't give me that look. I think I have more reasons to be hissing than you do. Don't start with me."
Spook
Christina laughed, and RK gave her a look of betrayal.
"He does have a point, RK."
The cat sniffed in indignation. Well! He started licking his paw crossly.
Christian
Christian grinned.
He begn to wind the window down slowly. Once he had it down, he stuck his head out the window, looking both ways.
Spook
"Don't get your head taken off," Christina warned. "Saw it happen in a car chase once. Not pretty."
RK sneezed, then curled up to sleep. The tip of tail moved slightly back and forth.
Christian
Christian ignored her and leant out further, looking down at the lines on the road.
When he finally looked back in, he grinned when he saw RK asleep. Looking out again, he grabbed a branch off the next tree they passed, then brought it back into the car.
Spook
Christina started when she heard the branch break. "What in the world are you doing?" She asked curiously.
RK twitched slightly in his sleep.
Christian
Christian just grinned, as he began ripping off all the leaves, bar two.
He hung the branch over RK's body for a moment, then began to tickle his nose with the leaves.
Spook
RK woke up sneezing and clawed at the leaves tickling his noses. With an emphatic snap of his strong jaws, he bit off the tip of the branch. He gave Christian a dirty look, and spat in disgust.
Christina was laughing hard.
RK gave her an even filthier look.
"Well, this is a nice change."
RK spat again.
Christian
Christian scratched RK behind the ears, before breaking off a bit more of the branch so it wasn't sharp.
Then he leant forward and traced the soft part of the branch down the side of Christina's neck, to make her shiver.
Spook
RK gave Christian a look that said he wasn't forgiven yet.
Christina raised an eyebrow. "And that's even more different to the sullen brooding." She tilted her head slightly, but stayed focused on the road.
Christian
"I have to mess with someone..." Christian began in a voice she could hardly hear, as he leant over her shoulder.
"Just so happens, you're the only one here."
He sat back into the back seat quite suddenly, enough to make RK jump. Then he saw the cat's expression.
"What? There's a lot I'm not forgiving you for either. Live with it."
Spook
"Ah yes. The infamous mind games. In that, you really do take after Craig," Christina said dryly as she drove through another tiny town.
RK's tail twitched angrily, his fur just a little puffed up. I could put you in hospital if I wanted, so you just watch it, twolegger.
Christian
Christian just smiled at RK.
"Can't help it. Taught by the best."
He blew into RK's face a little, just to annoy the cat.
Spook
"Don't tease RK. He's already put a guy in hospital," Christina said absently.
RK's golden eyes glowed with irritation, then he moved quickly and sank his teeth into the fleshy part of Christian's hand. Before the alien could retailate, the cat disappeared under the seat. A warning growl rumbled up from the depths.
Christian
Christian didn't react when the cat bit him, then smiled as he hid.
He chuckled a little, then licked the wound a little, not bothering to wipe the cat spit off first.
"Hmm..." he began, licking his lips, "was once so used to that. Should bleed more often. Getting soft."
Spook
"Bleeding? I try to avoid it as often as I can, myself," Christina said, raising an eyebrow slightly.
RK hissed and spat insults at Christian.
"I'm glad I don't have Tongue sometimes. I bet RK knows some nasty things to call people. When we get to where we're going, I'll set up a training room, and we can spar."
Christian
"Hmm... not so big on the sparring," Christian screwed his face up.
"Need my powers for action. Not so good on the physical stuff. And bleeding is just a part of life."
He looked confused for a moment.
"If you're a hunter, it's easier to get used to it and stay used to it. That way you don't fret when you screw up and end up bleeding a lot."
Spook
"Yep. Good point. I am used to it, I just don't like doing it. It's like losing, you see. I don't like to lose." Christina tapped her fingernails against the steering wheel, before reaching back to snag the cooler. She opened it and got out a can of coke. Popping the tab she raised it to her lips and drank deeply before sticking it in the drink holder and closing the cooler, shoving it back onto the seat.
RK's imprecations and accusations were a low mutter of sound in the car.
Christian
"You can't always get your own way," Christian chuckled slightly, "and you can't always avoid everything. It's easier to be prepared."
He looked up suddenly.
"Bleeding doesn't always mean you've lost."
Spook
"True, true..." Christina nodded slowly, then skipped back to something she said before. "Wieghts are good, but you don't want to lose flexibility. Some martial arts would help with that. ANd you don't know, you could be in this situation again. Some more fighting practice could be good for you. Because as you said, you should be prepared."
Christian
Christian hesitated thoughtfully, putting his foot up against the back of the seat in front of him and cocking his head slightly.
"Maybe..." he began, in the almost trademark cynical voice of the Spider.
"And you'd be willing to teach me?"
Spook
"Yeah, why not? Something to do." Christina shrugged. "And besides, I really don't plan on coming up against you again. Amuses me somewhat, as well."
Christian
Christian raised an eyebrow, and cracked his knuckles again. That done, he cracked his neck.
"Could be fun," he smiled a little, "just go easy on me, seeing as you're the expert in this field."
Spook
"Had to be. No other choice, really," Christina said briefly.
RK was licking himself clean, very cross with the world in general.
"And you learn faster if the lesson's mixed with a little pain. But no broken bones."
Christian
"Now that I can handle," Christian grinned slightly.
"There's one area I can pass with an A grade. Any luck in harnessing your power yet?"
Spook
"I can extend it and shrink it, but I can't turn it off completely," Christina answered absently. "I blew up a few more electrical things too. Some very surprised and confused cops from Tulsa to the East Coast."
She snickered slightly.
Christian
Christian chuckled.
"Humans... only good to play with," he grinned, almost evilly.
"Little pawns in a game bigger then they could even imagine. But it's so fun to see the fear in their eyes when they're watching something they can't comprehend."
His look became almost wistful as he gazed outt he window, the smile still on his face.
Spook
"Yeah...but some of them know now. And they're getting powers of their own," Christina said thoughtfully.
RK sneezed under the seat.
"RK, you could just come out."
A snarl answered her.
"Suit yourself. Sulk."
Christian
"Just because humans are getting powers, doesn't make them any smarter," Christian pointed out, shifting slightly.
"And powers or no powers, they're not going to get any more powerful than aliens. Which we can deal with already. Like we've been made to do."
Spook
Christina snorted. "You don't mix with other species. How the hell would you know? They can have more powers then we do at the same time. Combinations, even. I'm pretty sure that one of them, Xavier, is as strong a telepath as Tanya. Maybe stronger."
Chrisian
"Ah, ah," Christian wagged his finger so she could see it.
"I said I didn't like to kill outside my species, not mingle. Although I've done it before. But still... That bald guy, Xavier, in my books is classified 'mutant'. Not human. I don't classify mutants as humans. And who cares what powers they have?"
He sat back and lifted his foot again.
"Don't tell me you'd chicken out of hunting them."
Spook
"I don't hunt mutants," Christina said flatly. "And do you actually know anything about gentics? Mutant DNA is human DNA. Every human has the potential to be mutant. In some of them the gene is switched on, in some it isn't. It's on a par with some people having blue eyes and others brown. People with blue eyes are just as human as the ones with brown eyes. There's a guy at the School, the insitiute Xavier runs, who was perfectly human until his late 20's. Then he did an experiment on himself and unlocked the X-gene."
Christian
"Why should I give a $#!+?" Christian honestly sounded confused.
"They're alive. They're there to play with. So they have a couple of neat powers... big $#!+ing deal. Once you get over that they're the same, conniving little sons of bitches as every other human on the face of the Earth. They're lemmings, to put it plainly. Bred simply to work. Why else is there a monetary system?"
Spook
"It was their planet before we came here." Christina shrugged. "Be a racist little prick. Stupid. Makes you underestimate them. They can make you just as dead as an alien if they try."
Christian
"Who said I was racist?" Christian grinned, happy he was starting to get to her, even a little.
"Racism is when you're into someone because of who they are. I don't give a $#!+. I'll hunt anything I'm told or asked to. That includes aliens, humans, and mutants. I don't pick on a particular species for the sake of it, even though I tend to stick to my own. Is that racism?"
Spook
"No...what you were saying about humans before was racist," Christina corrected him. "Speciest might be a better word."
RK peeked out from under the seat, then ducked back under.
Christina drank some more of her coke.
Christian
"Speciest?" Christian raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.
"Now you're just making up words."
Spook
"Well, if Latin was a language I actually knew, I could make it sounds more technical." Christian waved her hand. "If you discrimate on terms of race, you're a racist. Due to sex, you're sexist. Therefore, someone who discriminate on grounds of species, you're a speciest. Probably utterly wrong, but it will do for now."
Christian
"Humans just really rattle me," Christian shook his head, looking out the window again.
"They think they're so freaking powerful with their government and military and these 'mass weapons of destruction'. One flick of a wrist from someone like Leroy Brown and they'd soon be balling their eyes out."
He frowned.
"They're so pathetic it's annoying."
Spook
"You should talk to someone who comes frim Sunnydale sometime. Well, someone who lived there before it fell into a great big hole." Christina chuckled slightly. "They were living on a mouth of hell, and they had this ingrained blindness to what was going on around them. People only see what they want to see. That applies to aliens as well, not just humans."
Christian
"At least aliens will always know there's something above the surface," Christian pointed out.
"Humans still see that they're the only ones in the galaxy. And yet they're so insistent about finding life on Mars. Kinda ironic."
Spook
"Well, the YIRAAS are quite well skilled at making sure they don;t know," Christina said. "And there are the government mop up operations as well. Besides, Americans are just stupid."
Christian
"Exactly my point," Christian insisted.
"Stupid, moronic, lemmings, that have to drag themselves out of bed at 6am every morning to toil their lives away just to retire at 60, or get shot attempting it, and then sit back and see how they wasted their lives."
Christian hesitated, thinking back for a moment to the time Christina had found him on the beach. Shaking his head, he wiped it from his thoughts.
Spook
"And what makes what we do so much better?" Christina asked him. "Hunters are lucky to live past the age of 30. And that's only if they're very good."
Christian
"And that's a good reason to be willing to die," Christian smirked.
"At least we get our thrills. The modern-day American will never see his dreams realized. We create them into our lives. We get the thrill of the hunt, and the thrill of the kill. Like any good hunter."
Spook
Christina hummed in agreement. "God, when I did the YIRAAS building? The *biggest* thrill I have ever felt. Boom! Explosions, gunshots, screaming...it was fantastic!"
Christian
"I'll bet," Christian grinned, imagining the thrill.
If they weren't agents.
He closed his eyes and pictured the fear in their eyes, his grin only getting broader.
Spook
"They were so frightened, they couldn't use their powers. The empaths and telepaths were chucking hysterics all over the place."
Christina chuckled.
"The best though, the *absolute* best was the patrol I got when I came out of the ruins. God..." She shook her head slightly. "You have absolutely no idea how much they shit themselves when I walked out of there."
Christian
Christian chuckled.
"Yeah I'll bet. Damn, I shoulda been there..."
He gazed out the window.
"I need to get back down to business."
Alice
"You shoulda, it was a blast," Christina agreed. "I bet ya that they caught me on the cameras. Should get me a copy from Alice."
She coughed slightly.
"If ya want, we could go hunting."
Christian
"Oh yeah, you were caught on camera," Christian nodded.
"That's how they knew it was you straight off. Tanya came straight home to tell me and that's the excuse she gave me for knowing it was definately you."
He ran his fingers through his hair.
"And that sounds like fun."
Spook
"I wanted her to know," Christina said softly. "Wanted her to know I was back, and my fangs were still just as sharp as they were before she tried to pull them."
She smiled grimly.
"They didn't tell you about the agent and his famliy I killed then? Just the base? Maybe they don't know it was me..."
Christian
"Hmm... no idea. They probably know, just didn't tell me."
Christian shrugged.
"As soon as I heard about Taylor I took off for Tulsa. Didn't really stay to hear any stories."
Spook
"I'm sure he'll be fine. Hansons. They just seem to escape from whoever has them." Christina shrugged. "They seem to get kidnapped an awful lot, but they seem to be equally as good as escaping captivity."
Christian
"Either that or sitting around, waiting to be rescued," Christian screwed his face up.
"Avery had to be rescued. From Craig. Taylor had to be rescued from Blakesley last time. And I have no idea what's been happening with any of the others, to tell the truth."
Spook
"Ah, I believe Zac was kidnapped and later escaped from some stalker. That girlfriend of his, Faith, later killed the girl. Isaac was captured by Miette...but he escaped by himself." Christina frowned slightly. "I think that's it. When we get to the next major city, I'll see what bounties are posted. Then we can go hunting."
Christian
"Cool," Christian nodded.
"And I'd love to know how Isaac escape Miette. I remember her mentioning that now. The fact that was blinded is quite interesting... I'd love to learn his tricks."
He grinned.
"I don't doubt that I could do whatever he can. I have his power after all."
Spook
"Good point. I'd like to know myself...probably just a case of you don;t know what you can do until you try."
Christina frowned slightly.
"But why should kinetics be constrained by eyesight? No other powers are."
Christian
"Well normally you have to see what you want to move. We don't really have a sixth sense or anything. You have to know what you're moving," Christian considered.
"But there are other ways. Like feeling. Maybe hearing. Some objects you can sense, but in general you need to see. So you know what you're dealing with."
Spook
"Maybe that's what Ike did," Christina said thoughtfully. "If he could touch something, he can move it. If he can hear it, he can move it. Maybe if he can smell it, he can move it."
She nodded slowly.
"Bet that's what he did. Well, we can both practice our powers at the same time, I can practise keeping mine under control, and you can practice this."
Christian
"It may not seem like it, but I've met people with Null before," Christian smiled slightly.
"Once you have control, it's quite possibly the best power to use to hunt aliens. Depending on how messy you wanna be, of course."
He tapped his fingers on the seat.
"When you have control, you can do so many things. You can choose who you want your power to effect... like one person in a room of fifty. Or reverse it so that one person can still use their powers and forty- nine can't."
He shrugged.
"And some can reverse what other powers have done, like you did with those guys at the Rabbit Hole. We could see how far that goes."
Spook
"Sounds like it's gonna be fun," Christina commented. "Well, I'll get my best practice hunting. Ya live and learn, or you don't live long."
Christian
"Well I'm still learning," Christian almost chuckled.
"But everyday makes you stronger. Every day you learn something new. It could be something simple like opening a door before you walk through it, but it still saves you the trouble of not knowing next time."
Spook
"Exactly, exactly." Christina pulled up in front of a house. "This is a safe house. Well, it will be for a the rest of the night at least. C'mon." She got out of the car and knocked on the door.
Soon, all three of them were settled for the night.
"G'night, Christian, RK." Christina closed her eyes. "Alarm's set for 9:00."
Christian
"If it's set for nine, I'll wait until five," Christian nodded.
Then he settled down, and lost himself in his thoughts.