Knock Out's sensors, always running, detect the change in her biometrics... but he incorrectly assumes it's a delayed reaction to finding out that De Chima doesn't exist, and he doesn't want to draw further attention to that.
He consults his telemetry once more, a map of their location popping up on the screen inset to his dash, as he weighs the wisdom of backtracking into Richmond. Given that their unspoken consensus seems to be in staying out of major cities, that seems like something avoid, and yet continuing on Route 360 would only take them closer to the coast. The coast meant higher population density, with more eyes both electronic and living.
What they really needed was somewhere to lay low at until they could put together some firmer plans.
First thing was first: money. His engine started again, shifted into gear, and headed back down the road in the direction they'd come. He could stop at Mechanicsville, stay on the 295 Bypass, and skirt around Richmond's city limits. Mechanicsville was large enough that his alt mode shouldn't stand out unduly, but small enough to not be under heavy surveillance.
He hoped.
Outside a gas station, Knock Out pulled up snugly to the curb. "Here," he said, and a long thin cable -- not unlike the one he'd extended to charge the cellphone -- came coiling out of the dash. He instructed Rogue to plug it into the machine and not 30 seconds later the ATM was spitting out crisp twenties with cheerful beeps for her to take.
"And now, fair lady," he pronounced with flair as they beat a speedy retreat from the station, hoping to cheer her up. "What do you feel like eating?"
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He consults his telemetry once more, a map of their location popping up on the screen inset to his dash, as he weighs the wisdom of backtracking into Richmond. Given that their unspoken consensus seems to be in staying out of major cities, that seems like something avoid, and yet continuing on Route 360 would only take them closer to the coast. The coast meant higher population density, with more eyes both electronic and living.
What they really needed was somewhere to lay low at until they could put together some firmer plans.
First thing was first: money. His engine started again, shifted into gear, and headed back down the road in the direction they'd come. He could stop at Mechanicsville, stay on the 295 Bypass, and skirt around Richmond's city limits. Mechanicsville was large enough that his alt mode shouldn't stand out unduly, but small enough to not be under heavy surveillance.
He hoped.
Outside a gas station, Knock Out pulled up snugly to the curb. "Here," he said, and a long thin cable -- not unlike the one he'd extended to charge the cellphone -- came coiling out of the dash. He instructed Rogue to plug it into the machine and not 30 seconds later the ATM was spitting out crisp twenties with cheerful beeps for her to take.
"And now, fair lady," he pronounced with flair as they beat a speedy retreat from the station, hoping to cheer her up. "What do you feel like eating?"