December 12, 1997
She was getting a bit tired as she crossed the Hoover Dam. Logan figured
that she would stop at the next gas station to get something to drink.
It was early in the morning and she hadn't slept since she got to this
world. The whole situation was strange. Maybe along with sliding, she
could find out more about this time travel thing as well. It would be
benificial on her world in order to aquire fossil fuels. It seemed that
every day her anger at Quinn and the others grew even more. Not only
had he not helped her out, but had sent her sliding around without a
clue as to the coordinates to get her home. She had to pay him back
for that, even though he was drifting just like she was.
It was very dark out and she rarely saw street lights. This world seemed
to have an energy crisis of their own, just not as bad as her world.
She figured that to ad insult to injury, when she got back to her world
and perfected sliding, she would come back here and strip them of their
dwindling resources.Before all that, she had to sneak into this project
in New Mexico. From the sound of it, this Sam guy was more of a pain
in the ass as Quinn was. Her plan was to threaten to destroy the project
if Quinn didn't give her the proper coordinates to her homeworld. She'd
get them, and then sabatoge the project. She knew that Quinn's friends
wouldn't slide without him and it seemed that without helping the project,
that Sam and Quinn would not switch places.
She drove the car, winding through the rough terrain. She needed a
gun as well. Her's had been taken and she couldn't threaten the project
without a weapon. For that matter she would need to get a hostage as
soon as she got to the project. The road never seemed to end. She hoped
she came upon something soon. Luckily she wasn't in need of gas.
After many miles of nothing she came upon a gas station. It looked
run down but still in use. It was closed for the night but luckily she
hadn't planned on paying for anything. She figured that she would simply
break in, get what she needed and then leave.
As she pulled in she noticed no signs of life anywhere. Off in the
distance down the road were headlights. She figured that they were far
enough away to where she'd be done by the time they reached the gas
station. It was strange seeing this car. She had only seen a car or
two since she left Las Vegas. After getting out she found a board on
the ground. This would do. With angry force she smashed the board through
the window. Glass shattered everywhere. She paused for a moment. No
alarm went off. This would be easier than she thought. She kncoked away
the rest of the loose glass so that she could step in the small store.
It was pitch black. With that she went back to the car to get the flashlight
in the back seat. Glancing down the road she didn't see the headlights.
Now the pressure was really off her.
After grabbing the flashlight she made her way back into the store.
She had done this many times in the past while sliding. After orignially
sliding, she had no money and only the clothes on her back. This led
her to stealing and breaking into places to get what she needed. There
were a few times she almost got caught. All of this was Quinn's fault.
She wasn't all bad, she had just been driven to act these ways. Overall
she just wanted things better on her world. She felt that if things
didn't work out there, that it would be her fault, that she would have
let them all down. When she started working on sliding with the others,
making her world a better place was the main goal. After problems and
threats from the government to shut the project down, things changed,
she changed. It was no longer just to help her world, but to prove to
the government, to everyone, that she wasn't a failure.
She shined the light around and found some drinks. Looks like she could
stock up on alot of things while she was here. Hopefully she could find
a gun of some sort as well. After throwing things into a basket she
went towards the register. Maybe she would find some cash as well. She
grabbed a hammer from behind the counter and repeatedly hit the register.
After about seven slugs, the drawer opened. There was nothing in it.
The person who works here must put it in a safe at night. She didn't
have time to find the safe and try and break into it, the two groups
she was following were getting farther from her. With that in mind she
searched for a gun behind the counter. She shined her flashlight around
some more and finally come upon something shiney. It was a small handgun.
Laying next to it was a box of shells for the gun. This was too easy.
She opened the chamber on the gun. There were a few bullets left in
it. She figured that she got all she needed.
With that she stepped out the way she came in. She panned the landscape
looking for cars. There was nothing to be seen except the night sky.
She hopped in the car and sped off, hoping to gain ground on her foes.
TO BE CONTINUED .......