Niva buckled up and hit the auto lock on the van. She carefully backed out of the space and headed for the highway. She thought she caught Rogue talking about radiation, something about needing to refuel radiation? She shook her head, that couldn’t be right. Gabriel was regaling them with stories, most quite humorous in dry wit sort of way, almost like British humor, she thought.<br/><br/>A half formed plan tickled at the back of her mind. They needed a helicopter or a plane to get off the roads. Even a van this old had a GPS tracking system in it and The Corporation, if they had a clue about Gabriel or her or Rogue, could be tracking them this minute. To buy time, they needed to get off the road and off the grid.<br/><br/>Turning off the main highway, Niva drove like a bat out of hell, hoping no local corn bread fed Highway Patrol were out trying to make their monthly quota. Finally she hooked back up with Highway 5, rolling through Brattleboro, Vermont. In the near distance nuclear reactors chuffed smoke into the atmosphere<br/><br/>“Okay, here is the deal. We are going in here. Rogue, I’m going to gamble that you can find some way to refuel here. Gabriel, maybe you might need to help her. I’m going to steal a helicopter. I know a guy here,” she stopped and blushed a little. “ He will lend me the chopper after helping with modifications. He owes me, Don’t ask.” She said with a stab of a finger at Gabriel. “He will also dispose of this van in the Lake after he does some modifications on it also. We don’t have to kill him. He is useful and won’t, can’t talk to anyone.  I have a fake ID that will let us gain access to the facility. Meet you guys back here in 15 minutes. Be here or I leave without you.”