As it turns out, Alex drives 'point'...and soon you all realize that the land around you is moving a lot faster than it ought!  He stays at a pretty solid and respectable fifty to fifty-five by your speedometers, but there's no way you're moving that slow!  Not if you're pulling up to a slow stop in the parking lot of a somewhat seedy motel on the outskirts of Cortez, Colorado.  Yours are the only cars here at the moment, save for a battered old jeep pulled up alongside the office.<br/><br/>Alex slides out of the cab, gives Irina a tight little smile, nods to her large lupine companion, and waits for the rest of you to join him before he says anything.<br/><br/>"Didn't think we wanted to just roll right on over the state line and get ourselves into trouble," he announces.  "Plus this way we can do a little recon first.  See what's on the airwaves.  Check the papers for what little might be available.  And..."<br/><br/>He manages to look a little embarrassed.<br/><br/>"I got business in town.  Personal stuff.  Thought it was gonna be Compton, but it's here."  He gestures north-ish along the road.  "Pizza place up that way.  You can go further into town if you want, but you might want to be careful.  This place feels..."<br/><br/>He doesn't say the word 'wrong', but he doesn't have to.  You can feel it, too.  There's something here.  Something underneath.  Instead he shrugs and turns toward the office.<br/><br/>"I'll just get our keys."