Tekkie and I were driving out of town in his beat up red '57 Chevy pick-up to the Fallout after our little mission at the post office. By now all I could think about was what Jack had said on the phone.
I promise to tell you what's going on when you guys get back. What the hell did he mean? I was getting so frustrated that I was giving myself a headache; and with the fact that I had cut my forehead wasn't helping. Dried blood stuck to my bangs and made my forehead itchy. Using the side mirror, I arranged my hair to cover most of the injury, which was pretty easy, since my hair was the same color.
"Hey, Tifa," Tekkie's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Huh? What?" I asked.
"You didn't hear a word I said, did you?"
"Oh, no. Sorry. I was kinda spacing out." I lied.
"I said that I was glad you took care of those cops back there, especially the one with the gun," he said.
"Yeah," I replied, "but you were really the one to save the day with that particular guard."
"Point taken. Bu