[^]Gabriel... you forgot the snacks[^]<br/><br/>Gabriel had since emerged from the mini-mart, given to the less fortunate, left a poor emo kid with a bunch of snacks to restock, and didnt even get the snacks! This idiot is getting on our old narrator's nerves. He found the crappy red van, and Niva didnt seem to have switched cars just yet. If Gabriel had to guess he'd probably assume they just didnt feel like lifting the H.A.R.D. suit. The thing did weigh a ton, so he really couldnt blame them. He began his stroll to the end of the front row of cars, to their home on wheels. It isnt much, but its theirs, right? He opened the creaky passenger side door and the van rocked as he took his seat. Upon slamming the door shut, his eyes widened with excitement.<br/><br/>"That's It!" He said, turning fourty five degrees so that he could face both the girls at once. "Let's name this thing! Mane is a long way, right? Might as well get comfortable. Lets call it the Red Rocket!" His face was marked with a grin as he slowly contemplated the new christening of their ride. Then it slowly faded to a blank expression as he turned back toward the dash board and stared strait "Oh wait..."<br/><br/>Oh Gabriel, for an I.Q. of over 200, you're pretty reatarded. Good thing that doesnt carry over into battle strategy huh?<br/><br/>"Let's just... get a different car. Are we taking the highway or what? And what exactly is in Main? If it's backup we arnt picking up anymore freeloaders, so we might as well turn around now." Gabriel seemed to flinch a bit at his last remark. Insensitive prick. "I mean, no offense to you or Shade that is."<br/><br/>He turned back to shade to see if she caught that, but she seemed to be experiencing a little problem.<br/><br/>"Whoa, you doing alright back there? Ive got some Oxyconten if you want some." He looked towards Niva in alarm for a moment before giving her a nervous look. "Prescription of course! For... ah... muscle aches?"<br/><br/>[^]Not a drug addict i swear[^]