"Are we there yet?"
"We'ren't even at the airport yet."
"Can I turn the radio on?"
"It doesn't work."
"Darn."
I try to sit quietly as we drive through the middle of nowhere, but I can't.
"So...you'r name is Douglas, huh?"
"Why?"
"Just asking. How old are you?"
"I'm twenty."
"When did you join the Radioactives?"
"Is this an interview?"
"Yes. Answer my question."
"Since I was seventeen. How old are you?"
"You're odd for a twenty year old."
"That wasn't the answer I was looking for."
"I'm fifteen."
"So young?"
"Well, I can't be older if I was born fifteen years ago."
"True. We're at the airport."
"Wait a moment. I know this place. We're in Ottawa."
He doesn't say a word. He parks the car, we enter the airport, sit on a plane and fly to Moscow. I'm surprised they let him on a plane with a gun. Nothing interesting happens meanwhile.
"Here we are. Russia."
"I hate Russia." I reply. "This place reeks of alcohol and stupid peopole."
"True... but atleas they have alcohol."
"I'm not allowed."
"Right...ok. We'll be staying in a rented house for tonight and then we'll camp in the woods nearby. Meanwhile that we have to steal Royalists' intel from a church, here, in Moscow."
"Got it. Where's the house?"
"Out of the down."
He sits on a stranger's motorcycle and cuts some wires to power it.
"Get on."
I sit behind him with my arms wrapped around him. This just sounded very wierd. Now I feel awkward...
I wonder if he can drive a helicopter aswell?
The drive is longer than I expected...and we're nowhere near Moscow. Plus it's freezing cold. I tighten my grip around Douglas without control, but as I realize I'm doing so I release.
"You allright?" Douglas asks as I tighten my grip again.
"Yeah. Sorry."
"Your arms are cold. You sure?"
"Yah. Are we there yet?"
My voice quivers as I talk.
"Yes. A copule miles left."
"Moscow isn't anywhere near here..."
"No. We're at the border."
"Which one?"
"Estonia and Russia. Speak any russian?"
"I can only say I can't speak nor understand russia in russian."
"Where you from anyway?"
"Eeh..." I stall "I'm from Estonia?"
"Really? I doupt that."
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The Ice.
RandomA story about a girl who tries to avoid relationships and love. She encounters many events about her past and of what she actually is.
