[center]Chase followed behind Sariel and her fellows, Father Gabriel, Xavier and Kyra. She was the only one who had a separate car of her own, a gift from one of her male admirers from her eighteenth birthday and it was a novelty car at that. A Mustang Boss 529, also a gift pitched in by her father. As Chase drove behind them, she stayed a good distance, to watch the back of the beaten up Impala.

[i]Why drive the car of some dead guys anyway?[/i]

Chase would never know. All she knew was that Real World by Matchbox 20 was playing idly in the background. She had forgotten up until now that she had never got around to changing her CDs. She didn't mind though, she grew up with this music, she loved this music.

Only what seemed like a few minutes into the drive, the Impala broke down. This happened to far than often and she already knew that the others would be pissed. She sighed, turning over to the side of the road, putting her car in park and getting out. The small town that they were at seemed familiar -- or maybe the heat did. Oh god, the heat. Chase would've liked to complain that hunting was intolerable in the heat, but any hunter knew that they lacked the luxury to complain such a thing.

So, instead of complaining, she silently followed behind the others. True, it would look suspicious for a girl to walk through town carrying her crossbow, so she left it on the passenger side of her car, covered up in a black canvas blanket and on the floor. If they were staying a while, she would come back for it. For now, carrying her pistol and smaller blades were the only option.

They arrived at at a run down hotel. It was damp, dark and [i]what was that putrid smell?[/i] She let out a gasp of air in a bit of a theatrical manner and shook her head. She would get over it. Upon following the others inside, she had assumed that she would join to get the salt as well, but it seemed that Sariel had already taken charge on the matter. Instead, Chase was tackled in a friendly manner by Saki. Originally, he had let out a deep bark that had snapped her back from reality, then he went onto to nuzzling her and licking her face in greeting. She rubbed both of her hands simultaneously on both of the dog's sides, [b]"Hey boy, who's a good boy? Saki is, yes he is!"[/b] She patted him on the head, [b]"Poor thing is probably having a hard time in this heat. Does Saki want some water? Water?"[/b] She repeated in a small voice, the one that people had often used to speak to babies. 

She looked around the cramped room, where could she even begin to search for some water to get the pup?[/center]