Night Out

Chapter 4

Thankful that everyone was already in bed and Wyatt slept like a rock on the sofa, I quietly made my way to the exit at the end of the hall. Flynn had already started on the lock with a look of concentration on his face.

"How's it coming?" I whispered to loud apparently because Garcia gave me a look that all but said shut up.

Murmuring, "The lock is fine, its this damn alarm system." he kept on working for another five minutes. Then with an anticlimactic click, the door opened. "There, told you it'd be easy." He announced looking down at me, his dark hair falling slightly in his eyes.

"Mmhmm." I nodded and went to grab the ladder when I felt him lightly grab my arm, startling me a little.

"Best I go up first. Just in case Christopher has guards standing watch." Nodding in agreement (and hoping to god no one was up there), I stepped to the side so he could climb. As he began his ascent, I realized how easy it had been for him to break out of here. It'd never accrued to me that he'd come and stayed in the bunker of his own free will, as it was obvious now that he could have left any time he pleased.

Of course he's here by choice. Rittenhouse killed his family.

Although, the thought of him kneeling in front of me in Chinatown about to explain "why I'm was really here" came to mind. He was obviously about to tell me something that he held close to his heart and I couldn't help but wonder if it had anything to do with me.

Garcia's "All clear"  broke my train of thought and I began the climb to freedom. Holding the hatch open with one hand, he offered the second to help pull me up. Grateful for the assist, I rose into what looked like an average forrest. Wind tussling my hair, I took in the sent of pine and... gasoline?

"There's a highway about half a mile away to the...left." Garcia instructed looking at his watch, which I assumed had a compass. Closing the hatch securely, we headed off.

Trudging along, I was happy knowing there was no yellow fever constantly threatening to infect me with every bug bite. Smacking yet another mosquito off my arm, I made a mental note to grab some bug spray while out.

"It's so quiet out here, wherever 'here' is" I said thinking out loud.

"I think we're somewhere near Stanislaus Forrest" Flynn responded while stepping over a log. "Watch your step" motioning for me to take his hand, he guided me over the fallen tree. "and we should be nearing the road."

No sooner had he said it, I could hear the faint hum of cars and the sparkle of street lamps. Glad to be out of the forest, (not that I don't like the outdoors, but there's a reason I'm a historian and a logger) we set off on the side of the road with Flynn on the outside and me on the inside, shoulders side by side. Huh. How far we'd come. There was a time he had dragged me through the forests against my will toward the Mothership. Now, here we were, making a beer run at 2 in the morning. Times sure have changed. I thought with a smile.

"What?" Breaking the silence, he gave me a puzzled look. He'd apparently caught my random smirk.

"I just find it funny that less than a year ago we were in a forest much like this" I motioned to my right. "With us chasing you and it ending in you kidnapping me." I laughed at the irony of it all.

Chuckling from embarrassment, he looked over with an affectionate grin. "Uh, let the record show that I said this would happen."

"Ah, yes!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "Lucy, this book says that one day we'll end up drinking buddy's and save the world!" Terribly imitating his accent, I elbowed him in the side. He gave me a lighthearted look to mask his guilt.

"That" he scoffed "sounded nothing like me!"

"Wait, you're right. I didn't add the sound of the Hindenburg burning in the background." He took the teasing in stride knowing he deserved it. Bantering back and forth, time passed quickly. In no time we'd arrived at the Walmart right off the highway.

"Shit!" I gasped, giving Flynn quite the scare.

"Lucy, whats wrong?" He asked while scanning the surrounding area for what had caused the sudden outburst.

"How are we gonna pay for anything when we get inside? It's not like we can use the money we have from the Civil War."

"What, you really thing I didn't swipe any cash from the guards when breaking out of prison?" Placing a hand on his chest, he seemed almost hurt at the idea that I doubted him.

"I should've known." Shacking my head in disapproval, I exhaled with relief.

"Now, lets go get those Pringle's you so desperately need Professor." Strolling into Walmart like he owned the place, you would have never know he was a wanted "terrorist".