CHAPTER 6 - DRIVING EACHOTHER CRAZY
It was getting light out when Zane and I made or way outside. Both of us were exhausted from lack of sleep, but O'Bryan had insisted we leave immediately. "Plenty of time for sleep later," he told us, pushing us out the door of his house.
As we left, he handed us a small envalope. "Carl Abbott, he's my Doppleganger. Give him that note, and you'll get on that flight, no problems. He's in charge over there. Oh, and say hi for me."
After climbing into the truck, Zane and I began our journey to DQA's private airport, located just outisde DC. Apparently, Mason and Carter were last seen somewhere in South Africa, in a place called Owando, Congo.
Zane rolled down his window to keep himself awake, but I could tell he was tired.
"You want me to drive?" I asked. Truth be told, I wasn't much of a sleeper, and I'd getten a couple hours on our way to DC, so I was fine. Besides, I'd had experience with not going to bed. I'm what you'd call a procrastinator, so oftentimes I have papers to write during the wee hours of the mornings.
Zane yawned and mumbled something intellegible. It sounded sort of like this: "Ca oo Wie? Oo On Hihee."
"What?"
He yawned again and cleared his voice. "I asked if you could drive. You're only fifteen."
"So, what? You're afraid someone's gonna pull me over? I doubt you have your lisence, Zane."
"Yeah," he sighed, "but I know how to drive."
"And you think I don't?"
Okay, so I won't go into details about the whole driving thing, but... Well, you should hear it. So, Zane said he was hungry, actually, it was more like, "You call that food?" he said, glancing in my bag. "No way am I eating health junk. Let's stop at Chuck's Burger joint."
Burgers for breakfast? Meaty, greasy, fatty burgers? Gross! Let me just say, I got a salad. I don't know who Chuck is, but I was not about to eat his burgers, I'm sorry.
"Seriously, is that all you eat?"
I glanced down at my salad and remembered that it's the same thing I'd had for lunch the day before at school.
"No, but there is no way I'm eating that greasy meat patty. It's discusting."
He took a big bite. "Mmm. So greasy, and yummy."
"Yuck," I told him, ignoring his loud chewing.
After we left Chuck's Heart-Disease-Masked-As-A-Burger joint, Zane made for the driver's door.
"Oh no you don't," I said, blocking the door. "You need sleep; I'll drive."
He smiled. "Do you think I want to die?"
"Ha ha," I laughed sarcasticaly. "The good news is, if I do crash, it will be a much faster death for you than eating all that fast food junk. But no worries, I can drive."
Zane reluctantly handed over the keys and climbed into the passenger's side. "Okay, but one wrong move and you're back here," he said, pointing at his seat.
"Yeah, yeah. Noise, noise."
I got in the driver's seat, moved the seat up - my legs weren't nearly as long as Mr. Giganto's - and stuck the key in the ignition. The engine roared and I stepped onto the gas pedal, glancing over my shoulder. The car didn't move.
Zane sighed. "You have to take it out of Park."
"I know," I snapped. "I was just seeing in anyone was behind me."
