Sunday - 11:10 a.m.
The towing service had notified Sergei about an hour ago confirming their delivery: one 1963 Willys CJ-5, a beautiful classic jeep (or the rusted piece of junk that remained of it), delivered anonymously at Colt's door on his way out for a camping trip with Tenacity, his co-conspirator in this little charade. It would be one hell of a replacement for Colt's old Wrangler that got smashed when SPI collapsed, and Sergei meant to have it done by the time he returned. Which was why he had only waited an hour after delivery to get started, but still waited for the go-ahead...
Pit 2 to Flyboy, the Eagle has left the Eyrie, over.
"Copy that, Pit 2. See you in five. Out." Sergei dropped the radio back into Phelia's hands and threw his truck into gear, pulling off the old wooded trail and back onto the secluded drive to Colt's cabin.
"Eagle-Eye's number," Phelia said suddenly, and whapped Sergei on the thigh with the radio to emphasize the warning. "You promised."
"Ow, damnit Phel," Sergei huffed a laugh, "yeah, I'll take care of it. She likes you, trust me..." He turned briefly to raise his eyebrows at her. "I mean, uh, you know I don't know a lot about this stuff... but she likes you. Don't worry about it."
"Hmph. And don't tell Xander."
"I, uh... I think he, uh... I think he might've... figured it out... Oh. We've arrived."
Mercifully they had, because Phelia was fixing him with an incredulous stare that could rapidly transform into murderous rage, so Sergei was in a big hurry to climb out of the cab and pull his tools out of the back of the old pickup, where there was already a wide assortment of Willys jeep parts they'd undoubtedly need. Xander had his beat-up LeBaron pulled up next to what was left of the Willys CJ-5, and as it came into view Sergei had to stop dead in his tracks.
Somehow it looked better when I found it in the junkyard... "...Alright. Let's get to work."
The towing service had notified Sergei about an hour ago confirming their delivery: one 1963 Willys CJ-5, a beautiful classic jeep (or the rusted piece of junk that remained of it), delivered anonymously at Colt's door on his way out for a camping trip with Tenacity, his co-conspirator in this little charade. It would be one hell of a replacement for Colt's old Wrangler that got smashed when SPI collapsed, and Sergei meant to have it done by the time he returned. Which was why he had only waited an hour after delivery to get started, but still waited for the go-ahead...
Pit 2 to Flyboy, the Eagle has left the Eyrie, over.
"Copy that, Pit 2. See you in five. Out." Sergei dropped the radio back into Phelia's hands and threw his truck into gear, pulling off the old wooded trail and back onto the secluded drive to Colt's cabin.
"Eagle-Eye's number," Phelia said suddenly, and whapped Sergei on the thigh with the radio to emphasize the warning. "You promised."
"Ow, damnit Phel," Sergei huffed a laugh, "yeah, I'll take care of it. She likes you, trust me..." He turned briefly to raise his eyebrows at her. "I mean, uh, you know I don't know a lot about this stuff... but she likes you. Don't worry about it."
"Hmph. And don't tell Xander."
"I, uh... I think he, uh... I think he might've... figured it out... Oh. We've arrived."
Mercifully they had, because Phelia was fixing him with an incredulous stare that could rapidly transform into murderous rage, so Sergei was in a big hurry to climb out of the cab and pull his tools out of the back of the old pickup, where there was already a wide assortment of Willys jeep parts they'd undoubtedly need. Xander had his beat-up LeBaron pulled up next to what was left of the Willys CJ-5, and as it came into view Sergei had to stop dead in his tracks.
Somehow it looked better when I found it in the junkyard... "...Alright. Let's get to work."