𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳

Smuggling Two Americans

Zeus and Volkov kept their gaze upon the empty northbound interstate road that carved through the vast open land that was near the border with Amarok and the United States; lamp posts alongside the interstate beginning to flicker on as dusk had arrived On the southbound road, random scores of Amarok military transport trucks make their way into the protectorate.

"I really hope this stunt pulls off..." Zeus then says before letting out a deep sigh. "If we are caught with an American and an unidentified anthro in my truck, there's no telling what they'd do." Zeus says, keeping his hands firmly on the wheel.

"We just stick to the plan and we can do this." Volkov said, keeping his eyes locked on the road ahead.

"I'm telling you, Volk... Bringing him into the country is a stupid idea." Zeus then says as he shot his glance over to Volkov and back out towards the road. "Hell, we aren't even there, and he already got attacked by someone."

"Benjamin is a tough guy... I'm sure he'd be able to defend himself if that time ever came." Volkov says before glancing over to Zeus.

"If you say so. Just tell him to watch his back..."

Benjamin and Amaria lied in the bed of the truck. Amaria cuddled up against Benjamin, her ears pinned back as she heard the Zeus and Volkov in the cabin of the truck. Although a camper shell had been installed onto the bed of the truck and both of them under a quilt, she still quivered softly. Benjamin held Amaria close to her, keeping his gaze up at the roof of the shell. Amaria nuzzled her face into Benjamin's neck.

"I don't know how you are so warm..." Amaria said, bringing herself closer to him.

Benjamin smiled to himself. "You want my jacket?" He then asked.

She nodded, bringing herself away from him. Benjamin then sat up before beginning to remove his jacket. As he does, the truck jolts softly, causing Benjamin to lose his balance.

"Hey, watch it up there!" Benjamin calls out.

"Sorry, big pot hole I didn't see!" Zeus answered, his voice muffled through the cabin of the truck.

Benjamin scoffs. "Ignoramus..." He then quietly mutters.

Amaria giggled, watching Benjamin as he removed his jacket. He turns himself and hands off his bomber jacket over to Amaria. She takes the jacket and stuffs it underneath the quilt and around her frame before sighing out contently. "Thanks, Ben."

"No problem." Benjamin says before lying back down on his back before Amaria returned to his side. The two lay in silence for a moment, feeling the gentle hum of the truck as it rolled down the interstate.

"Hey, Ben?" Amaria then asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?" Benjamin replies.

Amaria was silent for a moment. "Do you... regret... sticking with us?"

"No, of course not. Why do you ask that?" Benjamin asks, turning his gaze over to Amaria.

"Well, I don't know... I just feel like your life would be... easier." Amaria replies, slowly curling her body as she nestled against Benjamins' side.

Benjamin was silent. He didn't know what to say.

"I know that sounds terrible..." Amaria says.

"No, no... It doesn't." Benjamin responds before glaring back up to the roof of the camper shell of the truck bed. 

"I just... don't want to see you get attacked again..." Amaria says, her voice softly breaking.

"Don't worry about that..." Benjamin says as he brings his gaze back to Amaria and places his other arm around the fox. "I have you. And Volkov." Benjamin says.