Snippet #2425803

While Christine lost her lunch, Franky headed back upstairs to get ready for the trip into town. First stop was his room for a quick and frantic search for his white tank top, grabbing it but paused in front of his mirror before actually putting it on. It was a full length mirror, of course, and it gave him the chance to see the burn he got from Fran's kick earlier. It still stung but he could live with it. The spot where the foot actually hit looked like someone stuck a slice of canadian bacon to his chest, the area around it just looking like a bad sunburn. He'd have to pick up some aloe vera as well to keep the pain from becoming a problem. He'd have to really restrain his powers until his chest began to heal as well in case it messed with his breathing. The weaker his heart was, the less juice he could put out during a fight. It annoyed him a bit, but not so much after he put on the tank top. Out of sight, out of mind.

Once out of his room he headed back to the kitchen, sorting through the pantry until he grabbed the bag of trail mix he saved for supply days and a bottle of ginger ale and a coke, then left with the snacks in tow, heading for the garage. It was one of the three places you could typically find Franky during the day, having found a hobby in tinkering with cars. He would do maintenance around the place when he wasn't working out or training, or work on his baby. His jeep was a remnant from the past, an old school military style jeep when communists were the things Americans hunted rather than mutants. Franky found it while screwing around in the desert with Romeo not long after joining the Compound, and dragged the metal carcass back into the garage. A year and a lot of scavenging later, and the jeep was running. It took a lot of help from Romeo and Hunter to get all the parts, but it was hard to tell the thing was once half buried in a sand dune. To say it was restored, however, would be nonfactual. The body of the jeep was still there, kind of, modified here and there to accommodate the new features. A v8 engine, tires rigged in from a dune buggy to better drive on the sands, and speakers loud enough to be heard two miles away. The body was bright yellow with a white star on both doors, and an electric blue lightning bolt on the hood. It wasn't the work of Van Gogh, but it was presentable.

"Alright Clementine, ready to hit the dunes again? I bet Veronica got in that part you've had your eye on. You know the one... a shiny new, slightly used fuel injector! That's right baby, I saw you dribbling the last few times we hit the sand, and no girl of mine has to put up with a dribble glass. No... you're a class act, aren't ya?" Franky said, smiling as he gently rubbed the hood, then let out a sigh. "I'm kinda glad supply day ended up being today. I'd planned on taking you out for a spin this morning Clementine, then the animal fire lady would have got ya. Christie getting hurt was bad enough" He said, feeling bad for a moment before hopping over the jeep's door and plopped down in the driver's seat.

"Ah well, we get to go for a spin now and with a cool chick to boot. Just don't hold it against her if she makes a mess, she's had a rough day you know".