[ they're pretty fucked up, he knows, but it doesn't matter. they're on their way from another building blown apart, driving from down the highway to another town with unguarded banks that hasn't heard of them yet. and even if they have heard, they're not ready.
heine has the window on his side rolled down, elbow on the inside of the door. (she wouldn't let him drive.) ]
these two crack me up so here we go
heine has the window on his side rolled down, elbow on the inside of the door. (she wouldn't let him drive.) ]
Gas station in two miles.
[ they need to refuel, in more ways than one. ]