[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjExNi4zMDQ2MDEuU205dVlYTWdUR0Z1WjJWeS4wAA,,/ferrum.extra-condensed.png[/img][hr][@Surtr] | [@redbaron1234] | [@KaiserElectric] | [@Crosswire] | [@Oddsbod][hr] Before the doctor knew it, a week had gone by with the snap of a finger as he kept his eyes on the road in this jeep. For the most part, there wasn't any problems between the jobs and hunting down those Massacre de Soldiers or whatever... most wanted for taking down an iconic Nomad monument, eh? And they even went as far as to pin the blame over on the small time gang... an insult to that hack inventor at its finest.

For the most part, the doctor seemed relaxed as he sometimes would drift between his companions, all presumably in gear that would keep them warm... though he did find one peculiar thing as he eyed the outside of the jeep, watching as Otsana and Klara sped alongside them in that motorcycle and the sidecar. That did raise a few questions in his mind though when briefly studying them...

Namely if Otsana was cold from her, erm "lack" of clothing, or how that sidecar was holding up with how large Klara was. He frowned a little raising an eyebrow as he regained his usual focus on the road, despite the lack of other vehicles besides their own. [color=598527][i]"Wonder how crappy things are goin' here,"[/i][/color] he pondered, tilting his head to the side as he made another turn.

Blinking, he looked to the side, looking at Brenda for a mere moment. She seemed composed, per usual... he sighed, glad to see that she wouldn't be cast off, at least not yet. Her, Otsy Osborne, and Frosty the Snowwoman were people he... saying liked would be a stretch, but he did trust them to some degree since they haven't tried to murder his ass yet.

... maybe he should try challenging Klara this time around at darts; her and Otsana both seem passionate when it came to challenges, heh... and Brenda, well... she was smart enough not to get involved the first time around.

He smirked a little, shifting his gaze away from Brenda, Jonas swiftly turned his mind back to the road, noticing something a little... different. The corpses of cannibalized police cars, trucks, any vehicle you could name. Along with that, there were a few destroyed scraps littering the area, formerly known as robots, lying in the snow. Seems other Nomads were interested in getting the money from the way some were destroyed.

One was sliced into bits, another had holes that punctured through them completely. The only difference between them and the robots at the arena was the way they looked... so it wouldn't be too bad for them.

Paying attention to the road, he began humming one of Beethoven's compositions to himself as he kept his eye on it for a while before turning his attention to the rear-view mirror. The two people he was unsure about was Brownie and The Albino Smurf. He raised his eyebrow just as he studied the duo.

Brown was savage in combat, and from the way that was translated to him, she can beat shit up, but seems to act no better than a beast. She was going to be an annoying one to handle from the way he pictured her in his mind... wonder if they could work her out.

And Askin? Well, appeared out of no where which sent off alarms in his head... and the fact that he displayed his competence in battle, along with the other stuff... hm...

Once again, another turn was made, taking a while just to get to this place... He grunted a little, the window on his side slowly coming down as he felt the icy chill whip off his face as he eyed the duo on the motorcycle. [color=598527]"Ey, Otsana,"[/color] Jonas shouted, his left eye recoiling a little as he squinted.

[color=598527]"How long will it take till we get t'this pl-"[/color]

Jonas' words were cut short by the sound of an explosion... and a jet-engine that sounded like it was getting closer... the heck? While it did die down a little, Jonas turned his head to the side to witness... well, alright then, that's not something you see everyday.

That was a dragon.

... technically a dragon made out of metal and other miscellaneous tech he couldn't discern from this distance. Ok then, so much for being simple mission... Jonas raised one eyebrow as he returned his eyes to the road. [color=598527]"... huh, alright then,"[/color] he murmured to himself, shaking his head as he frowned a little.

[color=598527]"... so I take [i]that's[/i] the place we are headed to,"[/color] the doctor asked listlessly, clicking his tongue. For the most part, he didn't seem too put off by the dragon as it roared ahead in the distance...

[color=598527]"Well then, how long until we get there Otsana?"[/color][/center]