Who: Death, Will Lennox, Anakin Skywalker When: Tonight Where: From Baton Rouge to Detroit Rating/Warnings: Nothing Status: WIP
The sun had set and the temperature was getting blessedly cooler by the hour as Anakin shut his door and walked to the new truck. The owner was important enough to have a vehicle a pre-production, but somehow smart enough to pick the little inconspicuous autoshop. Nothing major or drastic, a simple cracked cap and rotor and loose belt, but he wasn't complaining, after pulling the fried cat from that one Continental.
The everest green truck's cab would comfortably big enough for the three for the 17 hour drive, barring them just pulling over and taking a nap. He checked once more that they had enough nosh and cold drinks to keep comfortable, couple sweatshirts for pillows and two blankets, in case. Di would skin him for bringing beer, probably. Definitely.
Climbing onto the hood, he took a deep swing of cold water while waiting, content to listen to his environment for the moment.