"Well, that's about as vague as it can get," he muttered, referring to her answer.

He clambered into the front passenger's seat as she got into the driver's. "Hope you don't mind me calling shotgun this time."

It was unlikely a coincidence that her father's people happened to find them just after they discovered the chip, but it was not as if they had done anything to it that could have possibly alerted them of its location. They seemed to be fine as Roxy drove even further away from the city area, so far. There was nothing ahead of them yet, but as for behind them, did he dare to look? If the chip really did have a tracker on it, then there was no way of losing their pursuers until they figured out how to deactivate it. However, if it was him they were after, then he was going to have a problem getting back to his life even if he did not have the chip anymore.

"I don't suppose you have anything on you that can access the chip?" He asked. "I mean, the only places I can see us ending up at from here on are run-down motels or standalone, 1950's-themed roadside diners."