Niva snapped off the coordinates that was somewhere in the back lot of Northern Maine. She noticed they were low on fuel and pulled into to gas up. The station was a Quik stop with enough stalls to gas up the entire NASCAR line up at the same time. People were coming and going as if they had not a care in the world, carrying large Styrofoam cups of soft drinks and travel cups of coffee. Niva lined their red van up at the end pump.<br/><br/>“Should we steal another vehicle to throw them off or keep this one?” she turned to ask her two companions.<br/><br/>While she waited for an answer, she caged in on what Rogue had said. She noted the wistful look on her odd little face.<br/><br/>“It took me a second to figure out that you said you are from the future. Like a for real time traveler. Bitchin’. So is this thing with The Corporation what changed everything in the future? Is that why you came here to avert the disaster?<br/><br/>“Gabriel. What did you mean insurance? What people of yours? Here is something the government didn’t know about. Bet that makes your day. So do we drive from here or will your people pick us up here and take us the rest of the way. And before you say there is no us, you need to reconsider. We, all three of us, are in this up past our eyeballs. The Corporation must be stopped.”