Stanley Mackenzie | Madison Jeffries (techshaper) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-10-14 02:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | marisol morales, stanley mackenzie |
WHO: Stanley Mackenzie & Marisol Morales
WHAT: A quiet delivery turns out to be anything but.
WHERE: Abilene, Texas.
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WARNINGS: TBD. Property damage and techiness galore? Oh, and obnoxious, country-lovin' radios.
Started out from Texas 'bout a year ago
Started out to make myself a name
Goin' back to Texas with a heart that's sad and sore
My weary feet are getting mighty lame....
"And I'm getting mighty lame of hearing you play that," Mac grumbled to his passenger. "Look, I know you're pleased to be heading home and all, but couldn't we listen to something else?"
The tune changed with a 'click'.
That Lone Star spirit is right here by my side
When I cross through old El Paso my heart will fill with pride
Ain't gonna stop for nothing
Till I see the lights of San Antone....
"Change it. Now."
Click!
Hey, Porter, Hey Porter!
Would you tell me the time?
How much longer will it be
'Til we cross that Mason Dixon Line?
"Man in Black. I'm almost impressed, if it weren't for the fact that we never needed to cross the damn line in the first place."
The tune changed mid-word to a rousing fiddle tune, and Mac pinched the bridge of his nose. Not for the first time this trip, he wondered what possessed him to bring the radio along.
It would just have been a simple trip bringing a car from the garage in Springfield, Tennessee to the owner's house in Abilene, Texas. An unusual request, to be sure - the garage didn't normally do long-distance house calls - but the car in question had broken down in Springfield while they were passing through town (moving house), and the garage had promised to fix it up and deliver it back to the owner personally in their new house in Texas.
Mac had volunteered for the job - it was a long drive, but he didn't mind the distance, or the driving. By now, he was kind of used to it. Mr. Taylor had raised an eyebrow when Mac walked out carrying the old garage radio under his arm, saying he felt like he needed the company. Mac didn't of course mention the fact that the radio was feeling homesick for Texas, and needed a trip to get it stuck out of it's country-lovin' rut. Those kinds of statements got you funny looks from people, and he knew that the last thing he needed was to attract the wrong kind of attention - especially if the MRD and their Sentinels were out and about in this world.
Still...Mac glared at the radio. "Cute." As if he could be placated by Canadian fiddle tunes. "But if you don't change it to something we both can stand until we're in Abilene - which won't be too long, by the way - I'm going to stop this car and leave you by the roadside."
The radio went silent for a second, then started up again, mid-song.
....I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road....
Mac smiled, patting the radio affectionately. "That'll do, pal."
The rest of the journey passed in relative silence (the radio kept playing travel-related Rat Pack tunes - but at least it wasn't country), until they were driving into Abilene. Halfway through Frank Sinatra's Lonesome Road, the radio suddenly cut out.
"Hey, what's the big idea? I was actually enjoying that!"
The radio clicked into life briefly.
Look up - look up
And seek your maker
"Wha--" But obediently, he did. And saw. "Oh."