It was just like Lucien to see the silver lining of every cloud. He almost reached over and pulled the man into a kiss, but remembered that there was another pair of eyes in the trailer and held himself back. For a split second, a wave of despair hit him as he realized that their alone time would be...vastly diminished now that they had rescued this child. But, these were thoughts for another time.

He felt the engine kick to life, and the whole hood began to rumble and cough. It was an old machine, but one he had tuned up himself. She would not break down, but she would make a lot of noise in the escape. Immediately, he flipped the headlights on and floored it. There was some squealing and grinding in protest, but eventually the lumbering vehicle began to move. 

They jolted and jostled through the dirt lot for a moment, the whole of the interior shaking and rattling with every divot and bump they hit. Once the rubber met the road, the drive was a little smoother, but it wasn't exactly silk either. He and Lucien were used to it, but he wondered how the child was faring. He was brave to come along with them, but the Irishman wondered how long that bravery would last.

Faolan's eyes flashed to the rear-view mirror, and he saw no lights or movement as they reached the road. He pulled a sharp left, back toward Douglas, and kept his foot down. He had no doubt they would be followed soon, he was just waiting to see the flash of lights behind them.