The next few days seemed like an eternity for Cam. Finally, though, his plan was set in motion.<br/><br/>Dawn broke brightly over the deserted Interstate 40, nearly blinding the young man as he sped eastward towards the horizon. He left Bronzey behind favoring instead a steel horse for this mission – a rebuilt Suzuki Hayabusa. The sleek, black machine tore down the roadway at well over a hundred miles per hour, which was still far below the bike’s top speed. Although it was unarmed, the bike would be fast enough to outrun any highway deathwagon the Rogues could throw at it. At least he hoped. Besides his helmet he also carried a sidearm, a 2-way radio, some other gear and food in a backpack strapped tightly to him. He shifted gears for a little extra speed as road lit up before him. Tonight would be the night.<br/><br/>That evening Mare would find a handwritten note left on the driver’s seat of her truck.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Cam wrote:</cite><span style="font-style: italic">Mare,<br/><br/>I’m sorry – so, so sorry for misleading you. Please read this.<br/><br/>Yes, I was hired to find you – but only to try and talk you into going home. I understand now that you’re not just some runaway but someone truly special. So special that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Not even for one minute.<br/><br/>I know you will never forgive me for not telling you the whole story, but I need you to know that I felt I was doing the right thing. I want to tell you why exactly but I can’t in his note. I looked for you tonight but didn’t see you anywhere. <br/><br/>I’m heading back into the desert where we almost camped that night and I’ll be there until dawn. Please come so we can talk. I’m not asking for a second chance – only to explain why I did what I did. I know things about these gangs that you might not.<br/><br/>Please come.<br/><br/>Cam</span></div></blockquote>