Number six scoffed at the idea of selling her car. She had grown quite fond of her classic Chevelle, and happened to think it was much more appealing than Number Four's old pick-up truck.
After they made their way to Sam's house Ashely would notice the boy walking towards her car.
"Uh, John said I should ride with you."
Ashley would throw her bag into the passenger seat and cross her arms atop the wheel. "Yeah, I don't think so. I suggest you get in the back of his truck before he notices....try laying down, he might not see you that way."
Her tone was sarcastic but she meant what she said, she wanted to ride alone.
As soon as Number Four pulled out of the yard Ashley would follow closely behind him.
Driving alone gave Number Six some time to think about the past several hours, from her success at finally finding another Loric child to her unfortunate encounter with the three Mogs.
"They're going to be on our tails as soon as tomorrow." she'd say to herself. "Lets just hope we can throw them off."
After a while the sound of nothing but wind grew boring, and Ashley would turn on the radio. It took next to no time before she was singing along with the tracks playing out over the airways and time began to fly by.
Several miles outside of Cleveland Ashely would notice John turn on his flasher, and she'd follow him as he turned into the gas station.
After Number Four left his truck to use the bathroom Ashley would grab her bag, go invisible, and then make her way inside the gas station behind a family of four. With ease she picked up several more snacks, drinks, and random supplies before walking out behind a couple and making her way back towards her car. However when she notices a small group of teenage boys around it she quickly ducked behind a dumpster to become visible again before approaching them.
"Uh, can I help you?" she'd ask with a tinge of annoyance in her tone as she threw her bag into the vehicle's open passenger window.
"Woah, is this your car??" one of the boys asked, before all three of them began to shower her in questions about the vehicle. She'd answer a few before growing too annoyed to bother responding anymore.
Thankfully the boys mother would walk over and pull the threesome away from her and her car before she completely blew a casket.
"Okay, I guess Four has a point then." she'd mutter as she sat on the hood of her car - waiting for John to return. When he did she'd jump down onto the pavement and walk over towards him.
"So, I was going to argue with you about the selling my car thing, since lets be honest - yours looks like crap and mine is pretty awesome, but with mine being so awesome it kinda attracts too much attention so...."
Ashley would turn around and look at the various businesses on the main road they were parked beside before spotting a small used car dealership that she'd quickly point to.
"....I'm going to go see how much they'll give me for this baby. Meet you back in this area? Just stay close so I can find you and this hunk of junk when I'm done."
Number Six smirked as she tapped the side of John's truck and then made her way around to the trunk of her Chevelle.
Within a couple minutes she'd have the trunk unpacked onto the pavement.
"Your buddy is gonna have to move from the bed to the cab though, since this computer equipment is going to require we use that bed cover he's probably using as a pillow."
Six knew Four had no idea his friend was in the bed of the truck, but sure enough as she opened the truck bed there laid Sam, asleep, using the folded leather truck bed cover as a pillow.
Ashley would climb into the truck and tug on the bed cover until Sam woke up and let go of it. "Rise and shine sweetheart, you're gonna have to move to the cab so I can put all this stuff back here."
Number Six would wait for Sam to climb out before waving Number Four over to help her load the computer equipment into the truck bed and then cover said bed with the leather cover.
"Okay I'll be right back"
Ashley hopped in the Chevelle and made her way over to the small used car dealership. She barely made it outside of her car before she was approached by a slightly obese man with a shit eating grin on his face. Before he began to feed her some sales pitch she'd explain to him what she was here for, and after looking the car over the man offered her 4100 bucks, causing Ashely to laugh
"Okay look, I'm in a rush and have no time for games, so lets just cut to the chase."
Six would spend the next couple of minutes running down the specs of the car and a well thought out list of reasons behind why she should get at the bare minimum - ten thousand dollars.
The dealer was reluctant to say the least, but Number Six's gift of gab was better than his, and by the end of their conversation Ashley would walk away with $11,000, a used Yamaha motorcycle, and a pair of helmets - one of which Ashley would attach snugly to the back of the bike before putting the other one over her head. "Well it was a pleasure doing business with you!" she teased, before hoping on the bike and taking off.
She wouldn't have to go far before spotting what she was almost positive was John's truck.
"Hey!" she called out as she pulled up next to the truck. "Cold hard cash and this bike, I call that a nice trade!" she joked after pulling off the helmet.
It was getting dark out and in all honesty Ashley was tired, but she knew they couldn't stop here, they had to keep going for Cleveland was too obvious of a choice to stop at.
"Ashtabula is only an hour away, once there we can relax under the guise of tourism."
Ashley sat back on her new motorcycle and held onto her helmet for a moment, waiting for either John to speak or for the truck to once again begin leading the way.