Storyteller's Universe // Seeking Asylum
Road Trip



“The fuck you want?”

I loosen my grip on the steering wheel and let myself relax a little bit. Fuck, I missed Kingsley’s voice, it’s been a while.

“Heeey Moon Moon, love you too. I’ve got Shae with me, we’re driving down the uhh...”

Squinting, I try to remember what was the E-code of the highway we’re on. We didn’t plan our route, there was no time for it. Not that I can say where we are over the phone anyway

“Hold on, what do you mean driving? Why is Shae with you? Aren’t you being hunted? You’re supposed to lay low, jackass, and now you’re endangering her!”

“No no, you hold on. First of all, Shae was kicked out of her home. She came to me, by the way just in time to save my fucking ass from being assassinated, so I’ve gotta help her. Saved ass for a saved ass.”

I don’t count favors, but I had to say something to calm down Kingsley. She’s not responding, I bet she knows she can’t persuade me out of whatever the hell I’m trying to do. Speaking of, what is it that I’m trying to do?

“What should we do? She needs a safe place to stay and I need to run and hide too. My flat ceased to exist half an hour ago. Not even sure where I’m driving right now, putting in the distance felt like a safe bet.”

”No chance she could go back?”

“No chance… Legitimately no chance, I’m not making decisions for her”

Thinking for others? Not a smart idea when you’re a brainlet, I’m not making that mistake ever again.

“I’m gonna tell Haji to track you and give you some assistance. I’m going to ask around who can take you in.”

“Perfect, thanks puppy. Love you!”

“Love you too, dumbass.”

My phone makes a hang up noise and locks itself. Sort of startling, I’m used to it going back to navigation when it’s in the holder, but we cannot take any stupid chances like that.

I yank the rearview mirror to look at Shae sitting in the back. She’s asleep and looking unusually peaceful for a meerkat who almost died and became homeless in a span of three hours. I suppose fearlessness comes naturally with abilities like hers.

I hear a ping and instinctively look at the phone. A notification lights up the screen:

// searching for you // need details // avoid identifying info //

“You already listening in?”

Another notification:

// yes //

“Oookay, let’s see… I’m driving the same ol’ shitty Corsa, going about hundred thirty, in the middle lane of three, there’s a red Honda ahead of me overtaking a truck, I am going--”

// i see you // tracking //

“Thanks. Hey Haji, before you leave, I’ve got a question.”

No notification in response.

“Will you ever learn to speak in full sentences and drop those slashes?”

// non-zero chance // good luck //

I smirk. Our group full of misfits must somehow be a good influence if even Haji is developing a sense of humor. The nerds told me what he’s doing with the whole satellite and call combo is an incredible feat, but I wouldn’t know.

My foot rests a little heavier on the gas pedal. Hundred forty.