Who: Cameron and Rogue Where: On the road and Cameron's new place What: Girl talk, sorta When: Saturday morning Warnings: Probably not, will edit if necessary
It was a few minutes before 10:00am when three trucks came into the area in front of the prison gate. They were big - six wheels almost four feet tall - and green, with faded military markings. Each truck had a box with two large forward-looking lenses on top of the cab surrounded by several antennae. Diesel engines snorted though stacks as they swung wide in a circle and pulled up near the prison, the first in line stopping opposite the gate, all three shutting down at the same time. It wouldn't take much in the way of powers of observation to notice that there weren't any drivers in the second and third trucks. Cameron was at the wheel of the first truck.
She gave a short blast of the horn and crawled over to unlatch the passenger side door. "I'm here to pick up Rogue. Is she around?"