Blaze could see the lights of Akaviri glowing in the distance. He still didnt have a good feeling about going into this city. Especially since his arrival would be at night time.<br/><br/>"Screw this, I am not going into a city I don't know at night time." He threw his four way flashers on and let off the gas, starting to use his jake brake to slow down. After slowing almost to a crawl he pulled off to the side of the road. "At least not without knowing that someone is expecting me." He picked up the paperwork and found the one phone number that the person had supplied, usually he had two or three to work with. He grabbed his phone and dialed the number. He sat there listening to the dial tone. After a few more rings he hung up in disgust. "Friggin voice recordings." not happy with his situation he quickly thought through his options.<br/><br/>He opened the door and stepped out of the truck, looking ahead at what he thought was proabably a closed gate. He turned around and went back to the drivers side box underneath the sleeper. He opened it and pulled out his three reflective triangles. Setting the holding box that they came in on the driver side running board.<br/><br/>"This should make for a nice distraction I guess." Blaze grabbed one triangle and put walked out in front of the truck, counting out one hundred feet. He set the triangle up, place on the ground facing Akaviri. He stood up, took another look at it, then turned back to his truck. After getting to the running board he grabbed the other two triangles and walked to the back of the truck. He counted out fifty feet and set up and place one, then counted out fifty more feet and placed the other. He looked at the configuration that he had set up.<br/><br/>"I think that's right." He looked at it for a second, then shrugged. "Looks right to me. Stupid DOT laws, trying to determine how the heck 3 triangles need to be set around the truck." He walked back to the drivers side door, and pulled it open. He took one more long glance at Akaviri in the distance before he climbed back in the cab and shut the door. He pulled his log book out and made an entry for the day, just so that if someone decided to try to give him trouble in the middle of the night he could say that he did have a log made up for the day. He threw the log book back onto the passenger seat, and locked the doors. He grabbed a clear plastic slip, and put his paperwork in it. Taping it to the window with the words readable from the outside. A trick he had learned from another driver long ago. He made sure that the contents of his trailer were visible, and made it known that he was not carrying any hazerdous materials.<br/><br/>He stood up and moved into the sleeper. It was then he realized that he had not eaten in a while. He knelt down, opened his fridge and pulled a few sandwhichs and a drink out. He closed the door and sat down on the bed. He looked around the sleeper, his dad had not gotten to see this truck before he was killed. He would have loved it though, Blaze was sure of that. After eating his sandwhich and finishing off his drink he made sure to throw his trash in his trash can. He couldn't stand a messy truck, inside or out. He closed the curtains, pulled off his shirt, and laid down in bed. Within minutes he was asleep, listening to the engine idle in front of him.