Oh my, the site is up on a Sunday! Baby its cold out there. A cold front blew in during the night bringing this weeks promt: Arctic

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GGO: I love this ep -- your background adds extra poignancy to Anderson's feelings at seeing his friend a traitor.

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GGO: While the Chief wracks his brain trying to figure out what Strecker thinks this was about! Ebonyswanne: LOL

GGO: I love stuff like this -- obviously there was something that happened between Anderson and Stryker and this could very well have been it. Ebonneyswanne: An iceberg in Jamaica? Interesting idea ... maybe Katse wanted to try out some tropical drinks and brought enough ice for everyone LOL

"So, just to recap," Jun said, her gaze intent on the ribbon of gray pavement that zipped beneath their tires, "when we get back, we're going to go to Reading, sneak in as part of the third shift, and try to find a solid connection between Parnell, Reading and Galactor." "And what they're each doing for each other," Red Impulse added. "Right," Jun said. She looked over at him, her brow furrowed. "Why? Isn't it enough that they're linked?" "Yes and no," he answered. "We need to find proof positive that they're together, but it would also be a big heads-up if we knew what the companies were supplying to Galactor." "But you said yourself that Reading only does small motors. I don't see how that could ...." Jun broke her sentence as images of mini-robots and mechanical ants flashed through her mind. Okay, maybe she did need to remember that not all of Galactor's twisted creations were on the extra-large side. Jun scanned the cluster of signs that announced the upcoming exits and was surprised to see that they were already back. In another few miles, they would be back at the inn .... And then the exit came and went and still they remained on the road. "Uh, wasn't that our exit?" Jun finally asked, looking at it in the rearview mirror. "If we were going back to the inn, I suppose it was," Red Impulse replied in a careless tone. "Aren't we going back?" "I hadn't planned on it. I told you, they know too much about us, especially after that little stunt with the gift. We're better off not going back there again." "But what about my bike?" Jun demanded, her voice rising. "What about it?" "I can't just leave it there. I have to get it back!" "Calm yourself. I'll just have Masaki or Oniishi retrieve it." Again, the calm, oh-so-reasonable voice in the tone so cold they may as well have been in the Arctic, it actually seemed to drop the temperature inside the car thirty degrees that much. "They can't do that." "And why not?" "Because they can't touch my bike. No one can or else they'll get shocked." Red Impulse raised a brow. "I find that a little hard to believe. Are you sure it's when the bike is touched or only when someone attempts to start it?" Jun blinked at the question. "I ... I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it before. I've never been in this situation before." "Is there some sort of override switch?" Jun shrugged. "I don't know. I think so, but I don't remember where it was." Red Impulse huffed out a breath of air. "So what you're telling me is that you are in possession of a vehicle and you don't have any idea of its basic functions?" "I know basic functions," Jun snapped back. "I just don't know how it can be touched by other people who shouldn't be touching it in the first place." "No excuse. It's your vehicle and you should know everything there is to know about it. You think the guys don't?" Jun pursed her lips, fuming. Okay, so she didn't tinker with her bike like Ken did with his precious jet, or know it as intimately as Joe did his car, but dammit, it was hers and she knew all she needed to know. Except how to make it so that someone else could bring it to her.

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RIgirl: That is a little sloppy of Jun, but if she's never needed to worry about it I can see how it slipped her mind.