Been quite a spell since I been hittin the road, not that thats the real plan here, jus' looks a heap like it. I done took off my ridin' gloves on 'count as I'd be grabbin every car that'd be passin and I'm really just waiting for one in particular. A real shiny new one all nice and primed like ol' number 8. Ol' Earnhardt be quite sore seein what his wife and little un' had got into. They done fucked the pooch as far as I was really concerned.

I see her all talkin and driving sure 'nough. Not a care in the world, hell shouldn't be with all she gots. I bet I am the last one she'd be specktin. I throw out my hand and step lightly toward the road, showin her I ain't really askin, but tellin...

 I have been in meetings all day and have been enjoying the calming ride to my flat when I notice him. Immediately my anger begins to course through me like a raging inferno. I knew he had something to do with all this shit. I see him offer his thumb and I subside my rage before pulling over.

I watch as he casually smiles and approaches my car. I can hear myself begin wondering, what does he know, why is he here, how can I get rid of him. As he gets close I open the door lock as he opens the door.

"What the fuck are you doing here Freddy?" in a tone that suggests I am in no mood to play his little games. Jesus, I thought for certain someone would have killed this asshole years ago.

 I smile at her warm welcome, nothing better then a fuck you to remind you that you are definitely in Sanfield.

"Howdy there sweet cheecks, 'magine comin across you. Shit, whats the chance?"

He slides into the seat not caring whether it is offered or not.

"Figured it'd be down right rude to be holdin a moot an all without offerin ya a chance to come. Specially considerin how sweet ya'll were on me all those years back," yeah they sure fucking were. Shit lucky I got out alive. They sure were a group of assholes and by her demeanor thing's ain't really changed all that much.

"I tried yer nest, but seems a I must of missed ya at the office," and the fact the place is a fucking black obelisk full o' weaver drones. I like remindin her of what she lost here. I find it puts her where I like her.

 My face is awashed in a sea of hate. I hated this man since we first met and time has not rekindled that affection it would seem.

"Yeah, it seems that no one gave a fuck about our tribe here except us. I don't remember hearing about anyone even looking," my lost sept being a particularly sore subject at the moment.

"A moot, what are you talking about?" with a disgusted look over the man we kicked out of our Sept years ago.

 Yeah I know this greedy ol' whore couldn't pass on that info.

"You mean you missed the memo? Shit fire seems a group o' youngin's done found a place your freinds missed last time they told everyone to leave their fucking city. Hell, they done opened it and everything. You should really get a better paper, keep up with whats happenin in yer city. Seems to me ol' roach woulda told his trusted servant. Specially if it were dedicated ta him," in a snicker.

Yeah, stew on that bitch.

 Rats in the wall.

I knew they had something they were doing here. Was Abby involved? No, she had to be unaware. They must have been just using her to get at me. I need some answers and she can get them for me.

"Why are you here? You can't stay, you know that. Why even get involved? You were always a drifter and will die as one. I don't need your help, we are fine on our own, just like always. Now get out of my fucking car," in a heated tone, a low growl underlying my voice. I can feel the rage coming.

"Well now ain't you one smilin little beam o' sunshine. I figure I'd repay you folks fer the kindness ya done me years back and offer a hand. I'm havin a Moot and ya kin come or not, but everyone's invited this time. I'm certain you can find the place, but I guess it ain't yours so you should prolly ask permission before enterin'. I'd sure feel bad about you gettin in on the wrong foot," in a smile before stepping out of her car. That should get her all riled.

I slam the door and she peels the rubber off her tires as she tears off down her road. Roads are kinda like destinies, you never know where they'll lead ya.

I best find that pack, seems I might'a gotta em in a heap o' shit and I hate leavin' my friends in a lurch.  

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