The Space Between

Chapter Nineteen: "Prepare for Lunch"

Logan got the truck going again, keeping Whitney over his shoulders. Sean took a minute to recover, then got up and wedged himself back into the passenger seat as he said lightly. "You shouldn't have her on you. She's a distraction. You could get into an-" Sean was cut off by a man in a red sports car cutting into their lane without warning. Logan slammed on the brakes to keep from hitting the man's car, only to have the man flick them off. Logan rolled down his window, leaning out to yell loudly. "It's called a turn signal, Jackass!" The man glanced over his shoulder, yelling back smugly. "Bitch to the whore you call mother!" Logan's eyes flashed to his sharp reptilian ones, before stomping on the gas to ram the back of the man's car. The man's car jerked forward, slamming into the truck in front of him. Sean grabbed the dash, yelling out. "What are you doing?! You're going to get us arrested!" Logan didn't answer, he just backed up and pulled around. The man jumped out of his car to yell at them, but Logan just kept driving casually down the highway. Sean shook his head, stating out sternly. "And THAT is called a Hit and Run."

Logan scoffed, growling out. "It wasn't a hit and run... because I'm not running away. I'm casually driving away because he isn't worth my fucking time." Sean sighed, glaring at Logan as he informed him seriously. "Someone will have seen that. Your RV has license plates. They'll track you down and-" Logan gave him a sarcastic look, cutting in to say dryly. "I have the Order trying to track me down already. Besides, they interview that prick and they'll put him on the list to be eaten. Fucking asshole..." Sean shook his head, slumping back in his seat. Logan smirked at him, chuckling out lightly. "Relax." Logan pulled Whitney off his neck to let her slide out across the dash to sunbathe. She stretched across the entire length of the dash, her bright beady blue eyes staring at Sean with curiosity. Logan gestured to her, saying casually. "There. She's off me. Feel better?" Sean narrowed his eyes on Logan, retorting bluntly. "Not even close." Logan shrugged, leaning on the open window as he said. "Well, can't please them all."

Sean straightened up in the seat, asking Logan seriously. "Just tell me that you have a plan and that we aren't just going to ram the gate at NASA?" Logan rolled his eyes, telling him confidently. "I have a plan. We've just got to make a quick lunch break before we get there." Sean rubbed his temples, mumbling out. "How can you think about food right now?" Logan grinned, answering without looking at him. "Trust me. We can't do this on an empty stomach. We need to be calm and think things through." Sean blinked, grumbling out. "Sure..." Logan turned up the music and Sean groaned to himself. This was going to be a long drive. Unable to keep himself awake, Sean had dozed off in the seat, until he heard Logan ask aloud. "Where are you?" Sean slowly opened his eyes thinking he was talking to him. The music was off, and a sweet female voice answered from a mounted phone. "Outside a gas station at exit seventeen. Why? Planning to see me, little runaway?" Logan huffed, grinning out. "Ya. I need a favor." The woman's voice sounded interested as she said excitedly. "Do you now? You know my favors don't come cheap."

Logan inhaled deeply, mumbling out. "Whatever you want, Liz. Just get the stuff ready." Liz hung up and Logan exhaled heavily. Sitting up, Sean asked him gently. "Who's that? Your girlfriend?" Logan scoffed loudly, muttering out casually. "No. Liz is... complicated. You'll see." Logan turned off at the next exit, driving out to a little semi-isolated gas station. Beside the gas station on a little dirt patch was a food truck and little set up tables. Logan pulled up into a parking spot, reluctantly getting up to get out. Sean followed him out, thankful to stretch his legs a bit. Logan waved for him to keep up, moving toward the hot pink truck with bright blue flames painted all along the bottom. Drawing closer to it, Sean read the sign that was on the folded-up siding. 'Sweet Fire Cooking.' Inside a woman that was dressed like Jessica Rabbit was leaning back against the counter. Tilting her head back, her bright red hair fell off her bare shoulder, allowing her to see them approach. Sean slowed a bit. She was stunningly beautiful. Logan cleared his throat, avoiding her eyes as he uttered out at a distance. "Lizzie... Can you... Please?"