The route they'd decided on took them well away from the coast, meandering through the mountains before picking their way northward. Rogue's astute observation that they would need to be careful what areas they traveled due to his memorable alt mode had led them to changing the route he'd originally planned on their way to upper New York State, where they were headed. The changes had lengthened their trip by several days, a mix of highways and smaller roads, but it was a smart precaution and he'd agreed with it.

Knock Out was currently picking his way along a hilly two lane road somewhere in West Virginia, slower than he would have liked, but the evening had turned chill and conjured a heavy fog that had settled in all the low areas of the road. While he was not limited to purely visual navigation — his sensors picked up much more than what could be seen by the naked eye — the forest on both sides of the road was host to all kinds of wildlife. The last thing Knock Out wanted was to accidentally run over something trying to scurry across the pavement.

It was late, just after midnight. Rogue had fallen asleep a while ago, and he'd thought he might as well drive through the night and get them that much closer to their destination. He'd clicked the radio to mute, made sure his cabin temperature didn't reflect the dampness outside, and settled in to monitor their route. The frequent changes in the road's elevation had his engine working stronger than usual, especially on the uphill climbs. While he didn't lack for power, this alt mode wasn't exactly built for mountainous terrain.