Shot Off of 4I Highway

Sleep.

Rest. Getting away and what Emile had assumed Abel wouldn't even deign to think about. Despite correctly situating that he did not care.

Two towns. An absolute lie.

Emile was so at ease with all this. Even knowing the Hell Father would put up.

Otherwise these actions would make no sense. Two towns was nowhere near far enough. So, he was lying.

So, there was no telling what there could be to fairly expect anymore.

"Dozed off?"

"No, considering the shot of adrenaline currently pumping in my veins."

Emile just laughed. Nothing sick or demented. Just a man amused at a boy.

"I was just thinking," he continued just as glib, "we could make a game out of this escape business. Keep you on your toes."

The former butler sounded completely serious. As much as he could be anyway and Abel could concede, that was the most unnerving of all.

"No I-- that's fine," Abel said, voice carefully controlled, cadence perfectly even with =out a flaw to be seen. No indicator that he was anything but nonplussed.

Abel sprawled on the seat, much as the seatbelt would allow.