The Farmer (The second book to The Sisters)

On the run

    Scarlet did her best to never break the rules. Today was not one of those days. Don't talk to strangers, don't interact with strangers, do nothing with strangers. Well she just ran away with one. Oops.
    "Ok wait, the fighter." Émilie said as calm as possible. "Yeah. I want to get back ASAP. So while I'm gone...." Scarlet trailed off. "Yeah, yeah take care of the farm." Scarlet smiled weakly. "Thank you." Émilie perked up. "Does that mean I can stay in your room." Scarlet remembered that Émilie loved staying over. Mostly for the fresh food and Scarlet's bed. She laughed. "Yes. Just make sure to wash the sheets before and after you use them. And to make the bed everyday. Oh! And don't burn down the house when cooking." Émilie started to write things down. "Oh Scar. I got to go. My port is dying and I have my shift in twenty." Scarlet nodded. "Ok, and make sure I come home with everything thing alive, unharmed, and clean. Love ya bye!" (Acually every conversation I have with my best friend) Émilie blew a kiss, "Love ya too." Then hung up.
    "So..."
   "Ah! Wolf! Don't stalk up to me like that." He shrank back. "Sorry."  Scarlet nodded (dang why does she nod so freaking much) "So, we want to get to Paris... where your head quarters are or whatever."
   "Yeah."
  Short and simple, fun... Scarlet noted to herself. "Ok so if you didn't take my grandmother or my father. Then who did? And what does LSOP mean?" He sucked in a breath. "I don't know. And LSOP stands for loyal soldier to the pack." She narrowed her eyes. "Like a wolf pack." He sat back and tilted his head as if to say yes. She looked around. "As much as I love sitting in my hanger. We should go." She started to climb into the pod ship.
     "What are you doing!" He stood up, fast, frantic. "Getting into my vehicle, so you know. We can get to Paris." He shook his head, "Train will be better, they can't track us as well that way." She sighed. "Ugh! Fine, but let me grab so things first." After about ten minutes of running around she got what she wanted.
   "Lets go."

 
   "Hello. Please buy your tickets down below. The prices are on the side. Thank you." A robotic voice repeated in the station. Scarlet pressed a few buttons then two tickets for Paris popped out. "Here." Scarlet handed one to Wolf.
   "You hungry? I brought you some vegetables." She asked digging into her bag. After getting a radish out she handed it to him. He stared at it.
   "Come on. My arm is getting tired. They don't bite." Scarlet said with a smile. She figured he was never going to take it. Stuffing it back into her bag, she and him sat on a near by bench. "I never was a fan of radishes either." He tilted his head. Scarlet spoke slowly. "The thing I offered to you." He turned his head away.
   She rolled her eyes and spoke under her breath. "Just trying to make small talk."
   "Train to Paris leaving in fifteen. Please load..." Wolf stood up first. Scarlet started but stopped. A man in sweats and a jacket with a duffle bag caught her eye. Wolf looked at the same guy. He growled. Like actually growled. "Lets go." He breathed.
   "Ah!" She laughed. "He speaks." He only walked faster.
   "ID chip please." A robot at the doors spoke. Scarlet held her hand out with no resistance. Wolf looked like he was going to throw up. "Wolf." Scarlet elbowed him.
  He shot his hand out.
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"Please continue...."  Scarlet let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. The duo continued to the very back. "Everything alright? You seem distraught." Scarlet sat in the cabin. "Fine." She raised an eyebrow. "Fine? Really?" He closed his eyes.
   "His smell is on you." She gave him a weird look. "Smell? You know what. Whatever, it doesn't matter. You know what does?" She stood up and walked up to him. "What?"
     "We are on the run."

  -------A/N
(702)
Does weird giggle.
 

-Socially awkward butterfly