The Harvesters Scene Two

[Seryna]

Diane has told you the night before that she'll be departing at 10 A.M. today. Yet about an hour ago, you receive a text that she's about an hour out from Temecula. She asks that you pick up some sunscreen for her - there doesn't appear to be any rest stops further down the road. She gives you the address in Temecula - 294 Woodpiper Way, a 'Hitcher's Post' motel. Four members of the cell had met earlier in the morning, made plans and secured provisions in Jodie's stable vehicle. After a few moments of settling in, the group pulled onto the freeway. An hour passes easily enough. Sam and Jodie's cell phone beeps - they recieve a text message with a smiling Diane holding a large plastic wrapped sandwich up to her head.

"Sfe to eat? Reminds me of that one futurama where fry got worms!" The message attached to the candid shot says.

Another half an hour passes and things on the road begin to change. You've had to pull off of the freeway onto an ill used road. You are the only car on the road. Twice you were passed by cars going the opposite way, heading back to the freeway. You pass wooded areas and a few 'Beware of dog signs' although the houses seem deep set in the wooded area, shielded from sight of the road. You see an aged sign in disrepair promising gas and a motel up ahead. You estimate that you are about twenty minutes from the meeting place where Diane awaits. A crow picks at something on the edge of the road... road kill. It caws at you boldly as you roll by.

Sam and Jodie's cell phone beeps - it's Diane again. Yet this text message has none of the casual joy of enjoying the little things. Its hastily assembled, hacked in by what you imagine were panicked fingers.

Im bein setup cops n motel guy inon it chek my car. Alrm fake take wht u need hlp me n ur thngs free

Justin Djinn Cayce Cross

[Djinn]

Despite what Alistair may have thought of the van, it provided plenty of ways for people to entertain themselves, especially as the middle two seats had been swiveled around to allow them to face the back row of seats, a table set up between them. It was like a mock-limo in the back, really, and there were screens settled on the backs of seats that would have been able to provide video entertainment for passengers, had the vehicle not been set up as it was. Beneath the table was a cooler that boasted a wide variety of beverages - nothing alcoholic, mind you - and a couple bags of snacks were easily accessible, as well. Even as a driver, Jo was particular about being a good hostess.

As the vehicle attempted to read the text out, as it had been programmed to do - she didn't tend to check texts while driving, after all - the brunette took a moment of pause, looking to her companion in the passenger's seat worriedly before her foot pressed a little more firmly to the gas. "Anyone afraid of speed, or not buckled up, better suck it up and buckle up," Jo stated firmly, but just loudly enough to be heard through the vehicle.

[Seryna]

Alistair waited a few moments as checks were placed across the digital world. It was quickly relayed that Diane Moore had not been taken into custody. There was very little information on the Hitcher's Post motel. There had been a few drunk and disorderly arrests about five years back, but the bar out there closed down about then. There wasn't much of anything that went on out there, the man on the other end of the phone line stated. 'Who wants to be in the ass end of that, anyway?"

[Djinn]

"So it's not actually cops?" Jo asked from the driver's seat as she continued down the road, paying pretty close attention to the road. "That's good to know. And hell no we don't have time for that. Especially if it's not the cops! Geez. What if it's like... some crazy axe murderer or something, huh?"

Or some dickwad perv. Yeah. Hell no. She wasn't slowing this vehicle down for some makeup. Price tags weren't a concern - Diane's safety and well-being? Definitely a concern.

[Djinn]

Vest? "Yeah, sure, I'll suit up when I'm not driving," she responded with sigh. All she really had was her protective gear from work - which... wasn't exactly 'bulletproof' but it was definitely protective. It was lucky her shirt was sorta loose so it'd fit underneath. "We're about fifteen minutes out, still, by my read of the GPS, and I don't wanna risk going any faster since this isn't exactly a 4x4," Jo added. "But if we get pulled over for speeding, I wouldn't be surprised anyway. What's the plan when we get there? I mean, this is more your guys' thing, I'm sure. I don't really know who Diane is, much less what's going on, here."

She sure was glad she'd gotten extra ammo. But just in case, "Mister Smith, I don't suppose you happened to bring extra ammo of a variety of sorts?" she inquired, "or, by chance, a bigger gun than my dear little pewpew? Given we've still got a bit before the work's all filled out for the Colt."