B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

Sixty six

"Information: You drive too fast" Faith said. Abel looked at her.

"My speed is appropriate" he replied.

"You're driving at a faster pace than you set on traffic signs."

Abel squinted his eyes at Faith, then looked back at the road ahead flanked by signs indicating, advertising, and announcing all sorts of things. Finally a speed indicator sign hissed by the side.

"Fifty-five indicates the recommended speed." Faith said in a cold tone. "No. I believe that is the maximum speed. You drive more than that, It will attract unwanted attention.”

Abel lifted his foot off the gas pedal, causing the car behind to brake suddenly, then a moment later the driver honked his horn angrily. Abel looked over his shoulder.

"Why did the vehicle in the back make that sound? Sucks.” Abel furrowed his brows.

Faith followed his gaze. "I'm sure he's upset."

"I'm sorry" repeated Abel. "Why? I didn't cause any accidents or anything like that, anyway I gave a sign.”

Faith frowned for a moment. "I don't know."

The driver of the car overtook them, glaring from his seat as it passed them.

The NYPD patrol car they stole last night has been replaced with another car. After listening to the police conversation from the radio, they soon realized the car's identification number on the roof of the car would make them too easy to find.

Before dawn, they replaced it with a car parked alone in an empty front yard. The car was small and bubble-like in shape and uncomfortable for Faith's large body, also complicating abel as she wriggled her way behind the wheel. but at least the car won't attract the attention of police helicopters scanning a large road to search for their stolen vehicles. Of course, it was only when dawn broke that they saw that their new car was a striking orange-orange Volkswagen Beetle with pink chrysanthemum flowers drawn by hand.

They drove in silence for a while, just as they had done since Sacramento. As he drove, Abel's brain carefully sorted through the data he had obtained over the past thirty-two hours and twenty minutes. Not long information, but obviously so far it's kept him busy.

Abel and Faith are an extraordinary murderous couple, looking at Abel as a weak woman in the style of a model while Faith is a fearsome thug. But instead they are inversely proportional, Abel is very cold and heartless expert in strategy and quick in making decisions, while Faith is only smart in terms of fighting. Faith is a type of fighter who is great but weak in strategy and still has empathy for opponents.

This is what makes them a unique and frightening killer pair, their only match being Angel. Their accidental meeting while in action turned out to make Abel hold a grudge, that's why he was so enthusiastic that he did not waste a second.

Abel looked out towards the morning which was now bright and bright, a cloudless blue sky was above them. The road is jammed with morning traffic. A world of people who tirelessly do their daily work, get up and go to work as if today were just another day. Like a leap of program that works without regard to the extraordinary events of the previous day. Life goes the same as before.

"They acted as if nothing unusual had happened yesterday" Faith said as if reading Abel's mind. "Why do you think so?"

"Postatrauma attitude pattern," Abel answered briefly.

"Crowded themselves so they wouldn't have to face what they saw yesterday?" Faith lit her cigarette

"really. Experience and recollection are useful data. Denying it makes no sense."

"I think I like the idea, it just sounds so... You know it's hard to say."

Abel ignored Faith, now he refocused on the streets. Faith looked uncomfortable, she switched off her cigarette and squirmed a little.

“We've been driving non-stop. You know, we need a break this car makes my waist numb.” Complain Faith.

“If you want to rest, you better send a resignation letter.”

“Come on, you've always been like this. Crazy woman base.”

Abel went back silent without responding, directing the car to the roadside and stopping suddenly at a crossroads. Where there is a motel and a small shop where the drivers used to rest.

“Are you really crazy?” Shouting Faith.

“We pause here to refuel, anyway I have to review the data I got.”

“As far as you are.”

They got out of the car, after filling up the fuel Abel proposed that they have breakfast in the store. They sat next to a table facing the street while still looking around.

“According to their data last was in Sacramento, I hope one of them reuses his credit card.” Abel handed Faith the laptop, and Faith accepted it with a slight annoyance.

“We should go to Nevada, isn't that what his friend said. And this road is not headed for Nevada.” Faith was upset.

“Focus just look at the data, anyway we can not trust others.” Abel put a piece of pancake in his mouth.

Faith ate her sandwich while fiddling with the laptop, Suddenly Faith turned around in her chair to stare at Abel. "I got a signal."

They looked at him and Abel nodded. For one second, less than that, they both picked up on the credit card usage signal. GPS pinpointed their location, passing a bend leading to large, box-shaped buildings with a large parking lot in front of them.

quickly Faith and Abel stopped eating them, as they were about to get to the car they saw an old van parked in front of the motel.

"Isn't this the car mentioned by one of the shopkeepers?"

“We'd better check.”

“Hey, maybe this isn't theirs.”

Abel walked towards the old car Faith was walking next to him. He took out a gun from the waist of the jogging pants he was wearing, stolen from a poor runner that felt like it happened one life ago.

"Maybe they're here" Abel signs that Faith must open the car door.

Faith nodded and reached out to the door handle of the car. Cannot be opened. He broke the windshield, and unlocked it from the inside, broken glass strewn across the car. He pulled the door and entered the Van that was jerked slowly under his weight.

Inside, he saw the mess of trash bags and plastic bags stacked on the back seat of the vehicle. He also opened the trunk of the car and found something similar.

“Objected, the owner must be a madman.”

“We don't have time to check this garbage, we'd better hurry to the location indicated.” Abel walks into the car first, and sits in the steering chair.

Faith was still looking at the old Van with a probing look.

“Rushing!!”

“Ya, wait for me.”