"...How did you know we came from Scualor 7?"
"The truck… I recognize it."
"Oh? The truck? We stole it—I mean, they gave it to us willingly."
After a few minutes of crying and chewing, the meat that was grilling over the fire Rosa made was no more — all that was left were the ribs, and even those were completely cleaned out to the point they looked polished.
And right now, the suspects were currently knocked out; completely asleep with their stomachs bulging. But perhaps the most important part was that even with the dimly lit night, and only a single fire to veil and dance around them, the smiles on their faces were completely noticeable — with some of them even chewing in their dreams with how satisfied and happy they were.
"I… figured that," Kate curled and hugged her legs on the ground as she glanced at the truck, "I'm… sorry for trying to shoot you with my gun. I thought… you were one of them?"
