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As expected, David was driving alone. He finished tying the tarp down, which adequately hid the arsenal of deadly weaponry it held. Hopping back into the front seat, he ignited the ancient engine and let it sit. It rumbled in a fashion few cars of the modern age did, David just let it sit and hoped that it didn’t explode. This truck would need to last him a 3 hour road trip and he had yet to put that to the test. Would it last him to Baltimore? Who knew, but did David care? Hell no. It was time to get on the road.

As David drove by landscape after landscape, he found himself admiring the countryside. As far as he could think back he had never really seen it, whether he was driving or being driven. He was glad he had control of this ride. The mission was imperative that everyone would be ready as soon as possible. But seeing the scenery he was passing by, he found it difficult to speed. In general, he kept to the speed limit throughout the journey. Not like it was hard to make such a decision with an armies worth of weaponry in the back.

Although it was great to see the countryside, the great expanse of land that he had never seen before. The quiet let in less pleasant thoughts. What would his dad say if he saw him right now? An arsenal in the back and driving off to kill multiple people, or at least they were close enough. Did his mum know about this? Did she know this is what spending the summer with the coven would entail? Was his father right. He would try his best to dissuade those thoughts, but they were becoming more and more frequent with the knowledge of impending danger and would come rocketing into the foreground everytime he thought of this ‘mission’. It was best to just let his mind sink into the scenery and ignore that issue, at least for now.

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Sometime down the road he pulled over for a proper lunch. He was in no rush to get to Baltimore and the bloodsuckers any time soon so it was best to relax i.e. not eating in the car. He didn’t imagine the others were exactly going full throttle either. From his guess, Calypso’s car would be lucky if they reached Baltimore and didn’t take a detour to some theme park. So in short, he was planning on enjoying his lunch.

The place he pulled over in was just a roadside forest clearing with a park bench in the middle. The sort that would have been used if it were 50 years ago. Now it just looked like some dilapidated relic of the past. But that was what David needed, somewhere that no one is going to be looking at the truck. He sat down at the park bench and pulled out his lunch. David packed himself a poorly constructed chicken sandwich. He didn’t mind it though, it tasted all the same anyway.

Taking the time to absorb his surroundings, David noticed a couple of blue jays on a nearby tree branch. Did he have some special magnetism to this specific type of bird? He could only guess based on how much he saw. Only, these blue jays didn’t seem to pay him any mind. They went on their own business as if he weren’t even there. This was curious because of how the ones around the coven house acted. Or had he really been correct that it was the same blue jay. It was a curiosity of his to be sure. Tossing out a bit of bread in their direction, they did respond by flying down and pecking at it. But afterward they just flew away as if nothing happened. Doing the same thing, David had finished his food and was immediately ready to continue the journey.

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Nearing the end of the drive, David was entering the urban areas of Baltimore. This was a much more familiar environment, he felt in his element entering here. But he still had one matter of business he wanted to attend to before he arrived at the hotel. His truck pulled up at the gaudiest pawn shop he could see.

[color=7ea7d8]“Look mate, as I said me and me Dad just moved over here from Aussie. He’s a bit of a collector and he wants something like this. So can you just sell it to me or do I need to get him in here mate.”[/color] It was a bold faced lie, but he doubted the store owner would sell the item to someone who looked as young as David. And on that note it worked flawlessly. Although, he had a suspicion that the owner really didn’t care how old David was in the end. David left the store with a brand new set of brass knuckles. He had always seen them in gangster movies and thought ‘damn it would be cool to have some of those’ and now he was admiring them on his fingers. What a place America is.

David pulled up to the hotel a bit later and began unpacking. To his shock, or maybe lack of shock, he was the first one there.