[quote]*flails wildly* I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm going to do something![/quote]

Lauren sighed and picked at the dingy sedan's interior. It was obviously the kind people got driven around in, plastic divider separating her from the driver and everything. She couldn't see much out of the tinted windows, but the frequent stops and turns of the city streets had given way to the long, rolling sensation of low hills. She had slept for a bit, however, and was now thoroughly unaware of where she was.

The stocky, bloody pile of rocks on the seat next to her shifted and groaned, a subtle whine in the back of her head as he did whatever passed for his undead version of sleep. She sighed, narrowed her eyes at him, and settled back into the seat.

This Carter guy had better have some answers when she showed up, that's for sure. Black ops sounded like it would be either poorly-funded excuses for paramilitary bullshit, or the kind of bloody, butcherous thing they'd NEED someone as literally bulletproof as a sin-eater like her for. Either way, it seemed like a raw deal to get muscled into, but she'd give it a chance.

What was the worst that could happen? She'd get killed? Oh, no, please. Anything but that. Gosh, that would be just [i]awful.[/i]

The car rolled to a stop, sloshing her against the inside of the door as the driver pulled into a spot. They were here. She brushed her hair back, straightened her sleep-rumpled sweater and cracked the stickier joints in her neck, and dragged her backpack out of the back seat of the car, feeling like she was ready for just about anything at this point.

The gritty, bloodstained rocks on the seat next to her rattled silently, invisibly; with a low groan, it followed.