As he was rolling away from the fight with Talpert rolling near him, Voltaje's orders -- all of them -- registered in Happy's brain.  Processing aural information could be a little iffy while moving at high speeds, he had learned; he had to separate out the bursts of high-pitched, wind-like noise that he heard whenever his body was moving and cutting through air at a high velocity.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh fer cripes' sake ..."</strong>he muttered to himself, feigning irritation toward his teammates for their somewhat-confusing orders, when in fact he realized that he'd fucked up and misinterpreted their intentions.<em>'Whatever, easily fixed ...'</em>he thought, picking up Jane without warning for the second time in about a minute, and racing with her toward the truck.  It actually felt kind of nice holding her like that, but he wasn't in any hurry to hear how she felt about being manhandled right and left.<br/><br/>By the time he got back to retrieve Talpert, the latter was making his feelings on that topic known quite explicitly ... cursing up a storm, clearly directed in J.D.'s direction, for throwing him around like that.  He was still spewing four-letter words seconds later, when he got dumped back into his seat inside the truck, and Happy came to a stop, having retaken his original seat also.<br/><br/><strong>"Um, sorry Oscar,"</strong>the somewhat red-faced teen said in a low voice.  The thought occurred to him that he wouldn't mind making up for his gaffe by scoring some points against Shitface -- but then again, it looked like the guy wasn't making it easy for the others, which meant he may be way more than little ole' Happy Trails could handle ....<br/><br/><strong>"But no harm done, right?  What's next?"</strong>he said to his senior partner, staring out the back window to try to make out the present positions of his other teammates.