The old man reached a gnarled hand up and adjusted the rearview mirror.  His lips pressed together disapprovingly as he wagged a finger in Clara's general direction.   "Damn kids on their motorcycles.  This jackass is going to get himself killed being reckless like that."<br/><br/>She bit back a smile and did her best at nodding solemnly.  The old man was sweet in a gruff way and had been since he'd picked her up off the side of the road.  In the short time they'd been in the truck together, he'd warned her not to stick her hand out the window, asked her if the music was okay and if the radio was too loud, and scolded her to buckle up.  It was exactly what she thought having a grandfather must be like.  "Isn't a good thing then?  One less jackass in the world?" she teased him gently.<br/><br/>"Could be a good thing, yup."  His eyes shifted back up to the mirror.  "Whoever it is, they're getting closer."  The man's hands tightened around the steering wheel.  "Looks like he's got a gun too.  Put your window up, girly."<br/><br/>The poor man's mouth had barely formed the start of the word 'gun' before she was whipping around to look out the back window.  Keen eyes narrowed as she spotted their pursuer.  She should have known he was on their tail but the wind had been blowing the wrong direction, carrying her scent right to Hanz but none of his to her nose.  Her upper lip curled up to show a flash of teeth.  He was not going to be allowed to harm this old man.<br/><br/>"Whatever happens, don't stop driving, okay?"  Clara's expression softened as she impulsively leaned across the bench seat to kiss his cheek softly.  He was a decent man and he didn't deserve to get hurt or worse, killed.<br/><br/>The roar of the motorcycle had grown louder during their short little exchange.  Knowing she was going to see Hanz outside the window, her hands automatically clenched into fists at her sides.  What she wasn't expecting was him to growl and grunt at her.  Her head tipped slightly to the side as she tried her damndest to puzzle words out of the sounds he'd just made but nothing clicked.  A quick scan of the motorcycle saw her eyes landing on the shotgun which she knew she could more than likely reach out and take given how close he was to the truck but she'd have to try to fire off a shot at point-blank range before he could react.  That would only prove to be dangerous to the old man.  She had to get Hanz away from the truck.<br/><br/>The only way to do that was to go with him.<br/><br/>Gathering her legs under her, Clara eased herself out the open window of the truck.  The wind blew her hair around her face, making it hard to see.<i>This is why they insisted we always wear our hair up.</i>The thought made her smile.<br/><br/>Then, without any warning at all, she leaped across the small distance between the two vehicles.  If she timed it right, she'd land on the back of the Harley.  If she didn't, well, hopefully Hanz would catch her so she wouldn't become a smear on the road.