TEAM BLAZERS
PROLOGUE II
A portion of this story was written by @Madrias
March 2022
Somewhere in the Mojave Desert
UNKNOWN TIMELINE
Despite the constant bearing down of the sun’s heat into the tent, it seemed as though with Romulo’s reluctance, the so-called ‘team’ was having a rough time with their decision making. The heat was really getting to them now, and the situation is a ticking time bomb between Watson and Romulo. However, it was starting to look as if one side was about to concede, and whilst the two bickered, Emily had moved away from them and towards Charlotte. Emily’s current clothes still stunk of the moist tropical rainforest, and the stench was getting to her.
“Charlotte… wasn’t it?” She said as she shifted over towards where the dark-pelted feline was sitting. Charlotte instantly turned her attention towards her, and tilted her head very much like a cat. “Y-yes~! What’s the matter?”
“I feel quite ashamed to ask this of you, but do you by chance have a spare change of clothes?”
“Oh, yes!” Charlotte said gleefully, before glancing over at the two boys, still going at each other, then looking back at Emily. “I think we could leave them be. They seem to be busy, so they probably won’t be peeping on you when you go for a change.”
“I surely hope they don’t.”
And with that, Emily woke Ga’araiya up and off did the three girls go to another part of the tent. Charlotte went and grabbed one of her luggages, opening it up to reveal a plethora of outfits, though more suited towards Charlotte’s tastes than something more general. Charlotte went through them one by one, slowly placing each folded cloth neatly down onto the tent’s floor liner for Emily to pick. She looked through them all, and found them to be mostly outfits with shorts and tanktops, something that Emily thought was a bit too revealing for her. Eventually however, Charlotte brought out an olive drab T-shirt dress that initially, Emily had thought to match well for her, and Emily went ahead to try it on, looking around first for any areas of seepage where one might try to steal a glance at her, before disrobing herself of her blouse and skirt, placing it in a neat pile next to her, and once she finally picked up the dress to replace her previous outfit, a glaring issue had now arisen.
“I-Isn’t this… quite lacking in length…?” She said as she observed the lower part of the dress. For her standards it was indeed very short, but Charlotte thought otherwise. Nevertheless, Emily got slightly flustered at the thought of her wearing such a thing.
“I think it’d suit you very well! Try it on! Although, you might want to change your underwear for this one, you could still try it on without it, though!”
“W-without?!” Emily’s face flushed a deep red, but Charlotte seemed unfazed, and only nodded in approval. Emily simply sighed, and with that, she stripped down to the bare minimum and put the dress on. Whilst Charlotte thought it was perfect length, Emily felt herself shudder from the cool breeze that flew right beneath her as the bottom edges of the dress was just barely covering the upper portion of her thigh.
“You look great in it! Hey, you should try letting your hair down! This’ll definitely get the boys riled up!”
“W-what are you saying?! Such nonsense! I-I’ll let you know I have no interest in captivating anyone right now!” Emily defended herself, still very much flustered. Charlotte paid no mind to this however, and continued looking through her luggage, before finally landing on a red dress that she thought could fit Ga’araiya instead of the oversized dress shirt she was currently wearing.
“Oh yeah, when you’re done, have her try this on. I’ll go check if the two are still going at it.” Charlotte said as she closed her luggage and went through to the other side. At last, it looked as though they were going through the final phases of their discussion.
“I guess if we are going to be going in, the car will need a few modifications first. How we’ll achieve that with the incredibly low budget we have right now however…” Romulo pondered. Indeed, as they weren’t prepared for it, none of them seemed to have prepared a budget of any sort. But Charlotte’s face seemed to have brightened up at the mention of budget, and she cheekily let out a small laugh. “Oh~! Hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, hoh, ho~!”
“What is it?” Watson looked at her. Charlotte’s face grew smug as she looked over at the two of them, before rushing back into the other tent to grab a pouch and returning. “So, how much exactly do we need?”
Romulo looked at her for a moment, before looking towards the vehicle through a gap in the tent’s walls. “I’d say… based on the exchange rates at the time, about another $250 or so, to make things simple.”
Immediately, Charlotte pulled out a --what looked to be-- fresh stack of US dollar bills, all in denominations in the hundreds. “Here you go!” She said smugly as she handed over the cash.
“I thought you were not of this world?” Watson looked at her with some suspicion, but immediately Charlotte responded. “I-I have my connections, that’s all!”
“Right, I guess if we have the issue of money sorted, then the next thing is actually acquiring the parts and tools needed to pull things off.”
“What’s your plan anyway?” Asked Charlotte.
Romulo sighed, and began to explain. “The main thing we’re going to need is a snorkel, and for me to water-proof the extra wires that weren’t already water-proofed before. The next thing is an extra fuel storage canister. I don’t know how far apart the gas stations would be over there in that other world, but I’m not taking any chances. We’d also need a radio, I believe, and another spare tyre and other structural bits and bobs needed for actually preparing it for unknown conditions. Of course, we can’t just do it where we bolt them on with our bare hands, we’re going to need actual tools for this, and we’re going to have to get those things from somewhere.”
“Is there not any store in a nearby town that we could purchase the things you had just said?” Watson asked cluelessly.
“If it were that easy, I’d head over right now with Charlotte’s money, but the thing is, that car is registered in the Philippines, it has a Philippine license plate and everything. Driving that on American roads would be very out of place, if I had, say, a Mexican license plate or Canadian license plate, I could probably get off scot-free.”
Charlotte thought for a moment, and immediately something clicked in her head.
“I think I know a way we can do things. You see, one of the organizers of the event is this really nerdy, cool, tech-y dude who might look menacing at first but I’m quite certain, don’t tell him I told you this, is actually quite soft and caring. I think we can get this to work!”
Romulo and Watson looked over at each other for a moment, and once again Romulo sighed before getting up.
“Right then, I guess we might as well try.”
Before the two went ahead however, Emily and Ga’araiya had emerged from the other side of the tent, Emily’s face was still visibly tinted a slight red.
“Well, well, well~!” Charlotte teased.
“W-what?” Emily looked at her. Watson had this uncomfortable smirk on his face, and cheekily, he asked something as he looked at the area between the dress and her thighs. “Are you… wearing anything underneath that?”
Emily’s face flushed an even deeper red, and frantically gripped the hem of the dress in embarrassment. “A-Avert your indecent gaze! Th- That’s none of your business!” Angrily, Emily stormed over to the other corner of the tent, and sat herself down carefully and simply just pouted. Charlotte placed her hands on her hips and chuckled. “You could always ask me for spares, y’know?”
“Are you supposed to be talking about this in front of us guys?” Romulo kept his gaze averted from Emily, as it looked as though she had a killer glare in her eyes. Charlotte once again chuckled. “You’re right, we shouldn’t be talking about this now. It seems Emily’s not too uncomfortable though, so I guess I can leave her like this for now. Oh, almost forgot to mention, Ga’araiya looks adorable in that dress, doesn’t she? I guess it’s natural, she’s a princess after all, and princesses would obviously look great in everything!” She puffed her chest.
“Sounds like you know quite a bit about Princesses. Could you be speaking from experience here?” Watson smugged. It seemed though that Charlotte was quick to deny this fact, shaking her head immediately. “N-no! Not at all, I mean…”
As her voice trailed off in a seemingly gloomy tone and her face began to grow weary, Romulo sensed that he’d needed to move away from this discussion. “So, should we actually get going now? Asking that one guy you were mentioning earlier? You seem to know him, Charlotte, so I think it’d be best if you led the way.”
“Well, I don’t really know him, but you see, Charlotte can read people’s hearts! And the instant I saw him, I could immediately tell he’s not the tough guy he looks like. So, yes! Let’s go!”
Charlotte then led him out of the tent, and the two scoured the area as they looked for a certain organizer, but eventually they had found the two-headed, white-furred werewolf there through the tents. Charlotte signalled for Romulo to follow her, and the two proceeded as they approached the large being.
“Heya, Malavera, isn’t it? Charlotte here~! I’ve got a small request from you, if you don’t mind~!” She says, approaching him.
Malavera looked up from his bulky camouflage-painted laptop as Charlotte walked over to his table and called out to him. “Small requests rarely are,” Malavera quipped, though gave a light nod with his left head toward the empty seat on the other side of the table.
Romulo stared in awe, this was the first time he’d seen such a being before. Charlotte begun to present her case. “A~nyway! We’re in a bit of a tight situation, you see. So our group never really exactly planned things out… well, actually, we…” She went on and on rambling about the backstory, Romulo simply sighed and asked him straight up for what they were looking for. "Yeah, you heard her I guess. We’re not from around here and we’re lacking in preparation. We’ll need a bit of help
Malavera nodded. “Plates, not a problem,” he said, “I keep a few spare sets around just in case.” He looked back toward the Bricksley, knowing the plates were in the toolbox, but not wanting to get up right now to go grab them. Luckily for him, he spotted a solution to the mild problem. “Kivenaal! Quit playing with your pistols and get me the blue lunchbox out of the truck’s toolbox!” Malavera yelled.
Kivenaal nearly dropped his four revolvers, momentarily startled, though quickly holstered all four of them after one final spin around his fingers. The black furred, red-striped, and four-armed Valraadi quickly rushed over to the truck in his cowboy outfit, both tails twitching as he reached into the toolbox and grabbed the box Malavera had asked for. He then brought it over to Malavera, who grabbed it, set it down on the table, and opened it up.
“Either of you want an oven-baked scorpion?” Kivenaal asked, pulling a brown paper bag out of his messenger bag, opening it up, and fishing a small scorpion out of it. He popped it into his mouth with a crunch, his pale blue tongue visible for a brief moment.
“Don’t be disgusting, Kiva,” Malavera said. “At least close your mouth before you crunch those,” he added, brushing scorpion crumbs off of his pale yellow robe. Malavera flipped through his available plates, checking them against his laptop’s database as he did so.
“That one’s been used too soon. New York isn’t a good option right now. Canadian plate for… No, that one is for a motorcycle. Ah, here we go, a set of Mexican plates,” he said, setting the two plates on the table. There was another almost deafening crunch, and Malavera glared at Kivenaal with both heads. “Must you do that by me?”
Kivenaal shrugged, rolled the top of the paper bag shut again, and stuffed it back into his messenger bag. “Your loss, Mal. They’re a delicious and healthy snack.”
Malavera shook his right head and sighed. “For as long as he’s been here, he still has much to learn,” Malavera said. “So, you two have the physical plates now. Give me a few minutes and as far as anyone’s concerned, they’ll be legal plates.”
For a few minutes, all that could be heard from Malavera was occasional quiet mumblings, the sound of keys clicking under rather strong fingers, and the soft whirring of his laptop’s fans. He flipped a cover open on the back of the laptop, selected ‘print’ and out came a few sheets of very legal-looking documents. He grabbed them and handed them over, saying, “Those papers will hold up to a traffic stop, but drive safely.”
“Uwah~! How handy! I knew you were the kind who was so eager to help people out~!” Charlotte remarked cheerfully. “Right, thanks a lot for this. Another thing is, I’ve heard we would’ve required a radio to communicate with other drivers. Any chance you’ve got spares with you?” Romulo inquired as he carefully scanned the papers.
Malavera nodded. “We have a couple spare units we could rent out,” he said, getting out of his folding metal chair and standing up to his full height as he walked over to the Bricksley and looked around in the toolbox again. He came back to the table with a CB radio in its box, handing it over to Charlotte. “If you need help installing this, ask for Kaylie. She’s the Tigrilan with the chrome left hand.”
“A chrome hand?” Charlotte pondered as she took the radio and looked around. “I’ve done stuff like this before. I think we could manage. I do appreciate the offer though, and if things do get messy, I’ll get back to you.” Romulo nodded, and with that, he signalled to Charlotte for them to head back.
“Wait, already? Shouldn’t we meet the others first before we do anything?” Charlotte tugged on Romulo’s shirt, but it seemed as though he’d made up his mind already.
“It’ll be sundown soon, so I’d say we should get going if we don’t want to end up working into the night.” He said as he went ahead back towards the vehicle. Charlotte simply sighed and followed along.
Upon their arrival to the tent, Romulo had told Charlotte to leave the radio inside the tent for now, and he got to work changing the license plates out, something that took no more than a few minutes. He then proceeded to enter the tent, and began a discussion on who’s going where.
“Right, so I’ve checked my GPS, the nearest town fortunately isn’t much longer than an hour drive from here, and looks like they’ve got the shops I’m looking for. I’ll need someone to join me.” He announced, and immediately Charlotte was the first to speak up. “Ooh~! I’ll go!”
“You’re not.” Romulo was quick to shut her down, and not without his reasons. “I don’t want to sound racist, but c’mon, you’re going to stick out like a sore thumb!”
With that, Charlotte sat herself back down next to Emily. The next one to speak up was Watson, who was actually rather hesitant. “I believe I could go, however, I’m not sure about the moral standards of this timeline. Or perhaps, even the fashion or demeanor of the people of this era.”
“You have a point, we’re a whole seven years ahead of my own timeline. I’m not quite sure what’s happened over the years since. Hell, since this is a different timeline, I’m not even sure if the events of my present are the events of this timeline’s past.” Romulo analyzed.
“You’re learning my ways I see.” Watson chuckled before getting up. “I guess, things can’t possibly be too bad. Should we go then?”
“W-wait! Can’t I just come along? Surely, the people here will recognize it as just ‘koseplay’!” Charlotte insisted.
Romulo thought for a moment. “‘Koseplay’? You mean cosplay?”
“The one where people dress up as fictional characters? Indeed!”
“You look way too real for that!” He asserted as he took a closer look at Charlotte. Indeed, anyone with a keen enough eye would be able to immediately tell that her eyes were very much like that of a panther’s, and her fur did not look artificial like that of cosplayers Romulo was accustomed to. “Unless in the seven years that have passed, cosplay technology had advanced enough for materials to look like the real thing, I don’t think you’d be able to get off scot-free.”
“If anything bad happens, I’ll take responsibility! C’mon! Take me along!” It was at this point where Charlotte had begun using the feline equivalent of ‘puppy eyes’, she ran over towards Romulo, her short stature allowing her to plant herself right below his head and look straight up into his eyes.
“P-pwetty pwease~…?” She pouted in a cutesy way. Something seemed to have begun awakening within Romulo, for he was never really a cat person, but right now this precious being right before him was stirring up all his emotions deep inside of him. He felt his face begin to heat up and his heart thump faster. “W-well…” He attempted to avert his gaze, but as he looked back down, she seemed to have made a sweeter face than before, and she began kneading her hands on his chest and swinging her tail from side to side in an attempt to gain his favour even more. Her outer jacket began sliding off her, and slowly revealed her bare shoulders, also covered in the same royal black pelt that matched the fur all over her. And now, she had broken him it seemed.
“A-alright! Alright! You’re coming along too!” He said shoving her out of the way, his face very much flustered right now. “Yahoo~! Alright, let’s get going! I call shotgun!” Charlotte cheered victorious as she cheerfully made her way outside. Romulo could only sigh as Watson got up and patted him on the back. “Truth be told, I probably wouldn’t be able to resist her charms either. That’s a princess for you, I guess.” He giggled before making his way out the tent as well before allowing himself to offer an explanation. Confused, Romulo followed right along. “H-hey! You, shut up as well! Wait… Princess? How do you know she’s a princess?”
“I am not a princess!” Charlotte was standing there, arms crossed with a rather angry look on her face. “Just because I have a royal pelt, doesn’t mean I am royalty! I have nothing to do with those kinds of people, none!” She said as she stormed off towards the passenger’s side door of the red crossover.
And so, with an angry cat in the front passenger seat, the three set off on an awkward journey towards the nearest town, a few miles away from where the campsite was. On the road, not a single word was muttered between the three, and once they’d arrived in the town, it was just as awkward then.
Romulo had located the shops he was looking for, and since Charlotte had the money, whenever Romulo had the part he needed to buy, it always pretty much resulted in him needing to go to her for the money. Let’s not forget about the stares, either. Charlotte’s black fur and unusual appearance attracted all around her, from stares, to people asking for photographs. Initially, she had found it entertaining, but as the photos went on, her mood slowly began to deteriorate --that’s of course not to say that it already hadn’t been with the talk about royalty–, and both Romulo and Watson were noticing this. He proceeded to make his decisions quicker, though it was not exactly like he needed to pick specific parts out at this point anyway.
At the end of their journey however, Charlotte had begun to get a bit cheeky, and when Romulo asked Charlotte for the money, she responded in a manner that neither Romulo nor Watson were expecting.
“Oh, is that so? You need money for buying something? Well, well, my, my…” Her tone shifted from her usual cheery, idol-like voice, to this sudden deeply entrancing low tone. They noticed her eyelids lower, making them appear sharper and more seductive as she slowly grabbed the wad of cash out from within her bag. “How about… you ask your mommy nicely~?”
It seemed as though she’d hit a weak spot in Romulo, as he could now feel his heart start to beat just a bit faster. “H-hey, Charlotte, I don’t think now’s the time for-”
“Time for… what, exactly? You asked mommy for money, so now… beg.”
Romulo looked at Watson, who seemed to just be giggling off in the distance, avoiding eye contact with the two of them. He then looked back at Charlotte, who was now right there below him, twirling her finger on his chest as she looked up at his face with a smugly seductive look.
“C-Charlotte…?”
“Hmmm… You don’t want to comply, don’t you? Why don’t you start by addressing me as ‘Mommy’, first and foremost?”
Romulo was suddenly taken aback as she grabbed onto his collar with a strong grip that managed to overpower him. Something cold immediately touched his left earlobe, and he felt a warm breeze flow over it as she moved her mouth to his ear. Charlotte was about to say something, but a very loud sound of someone clearing their throat from behind him seemed to put a stop to her behavior.
“Excuse me you two, mind if you don’t do your little roleplaying here in my shop? If you’ve got something to buy, buy it now and get out and find yourselves a room for Christ’s sake.” Declared the old man behind the counter.
“Looks like I’ll have to save your punishment for later~.” She whispered into his ear before placing the stack of cash into his hand and letting him go. She walked over towards Watson, and looked at him with a menacing glare, and all he could do was look away, still giggling.
Romulo just sighed, his heart was still racing and he could feel his cheeks still being warm, but nevertheless he moved on and went over to the counter to pay for the item he needed. The older man at the counter just constantly gave him a disapproving look as he scanned the items.
That awkward interaction aside, they made it back to the car and drove off back towards the camp with the parts needed, and not uttering a single word as they drove. Even through bizarre events happening on the road, they remained silent all the way until they arrived back at the camp, where the sun was resting a fairly decent bit above the horizon line. Romulo parked the car next to their tent, and immediately began unloading the parts he’d needed to do the modifications. He grabbed the car’s built in table from beneath his piles of things in the boot, and set it down next to the car, and then shifted to preparing the other tools he’d need, from the cutters, the grinders, plies, and most importantly, his now 20-year-old boombox. With that all now out of the way, he was now ready to begin his operations. He set the boombox down on the table next to the other tools, and with enough fiddling, he’d found a radio station he’d liked and got to work.
Tedious as it was, and with the afternoon sun setting, he was starting to feel quite hot, and he unbuttoned his blue floral shirt and set it down onto the table next to him. and got back to work.
Yet, something still bugged him as he performed the modifications. Something about how Charlotte began acting after Watson’s remark of her being a princess. That remark managed to hit a nerve or something that he wasn’t exactly sure how to explain. Almost as though it brought out an inner demon she tried to keep suppressed. He now really began wondering if she indeed were a princess, when suddenly he heard footsteps on the rough sand behind him. He lifted his head from the engine bay and looked back, and when he looked back there he saw Charlotte walking around him towards the side of the vehicle, she had something in her hands which she placed on the table but he wasn’t quite able to make it out. He turned back towards the engine bay and continued working as to him, it seemed as though she wasn’t going to do anything.
After he’d finished his work on the engine bay, he got up and wiped the sweat off his brow, shutting the hood and ensuring the connection was firm, and now the snorkel had been installed. From behind him, Charlotte had finally broken the silence. “I left you a bottle of water, by the way. It’s on the table.”
Romulo sighed as he moved onto the next part of his work, but decided to reply in a sarcastic manner. “Gee, thanks, mommy.”
“Good boy.” Was all he heard that she responded. It was at this point where he finally acted, and decided to ask the question that was burning inside of him for the past hour and a half.
“Charlotte, tell me straight, what’s wrong?”
“I thought you were calling me mommy?” She sighed. Romulo decided it was enough, he placed the tool he was using on the table and went towards Charlotte, standing next to the car. She attempted to move away, but he’d manage to lean his hand on the door next to her, successfully trapping her and preventing her from escaping. “Tell me, what’s wrong?” He asserted himself. “What is it with you and us calling you a princess?”
Charlotte remained silent, and she avoided eye contact with him for as much as she could, even despite Romulo lowering his head to gaze right into her eyes.
“Even if I did tell you, what does it matter to you?”
“I’m not participating in this race with one of our members in a sour mood.”
“So now, you’re calling us a team? We haven’t even filled the registration form out.”
“Charlotte.”
“Stop it.”
“Charlotte-!”
“Goddamn it, do you really want to know that badly? Didn’t I tell you to address me by ‘Mommy’?”
“Mommy, please.”
For some unknown reason, when Romulo had said that with a straight face, that completely managed to somehow catch Charlotte off-guard, and she felt her cheeks flush a little when she stared back at him dead-on.
“F-fine! If you really want to know, then I’ll tell you!”
“I’m all ears.” Romulo said, his face still at eye level with Charlotte, and still centimetres apart. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to respond like this, so she attempts to push him away with a somewhat flustered face. “C-could you perhaps… N-not be so close?”
Romulo had realized it eventually, and now he too was slightly flushed. He moved his head away from her, and stood up straight. “R-right, sorry… T-then… are you going to explain now?” He said as he took the bottle of water from the table, having a swig before settling it back down.
Charlotte sighed, and now began explaining. “The truth is, I am indeed a part of royalty. Why I vehemently deny it is… complicated.”
“So my hunch was right, you are of royal descent.” Watson said as he emerged from the other side of the red automobile. “Oh, and by the way, you accidentally placed one of the decals off-center on this side compared to that side.”
“Decals…? Wait a second-!” Romulo observed the vehicle closely, now adorning it were a bunch of sponsor logos plastered all over the vehicle, as though it were an actual rally car. “Did you… did you put these?” He glared at Charlotte.
“W-well… I thought, since we’re going rallying, we should try… y’know… making it feel like a rallycar… Tehe~!” With that, it now seemed as though Charlotte’s personality from earlier had returned, and her cheerful self now replaced whatever dominatrix mommy persona had immediately preceded. Romulo could only stare at disbelief, because not only was the car plastered in fake sponsors and race inspired decals, potentially ruining the ‘well-preserved’ (according to him) paint-job, but it seemed that to apply the decals firmly, the exclusive dealer-installed trim piece on the side of the car was removed to make way for them.
“Where did you put the trim pieces?” He looked at her menacingly, and as he sharply turned his head towards her, a small cat-like whimper emanated from between Charlotte’s lips, and she began to slightly cower in fear as to what may happen to her. “Uhm… I-I… I h-have… No idea what you’re talking about! Tehe~!”
“Stop 'tehe’ing me. That trim piece was very rare! Oh my god! There goes the resale value of this vehicle!” He agonized. Though, he was arguably agonizing for not a lot.
“I will have to admit though, it’s certainly starting to look a bit more professional.” Watson remarked.
“How would you know that, Mister 1936?” Romulo replied snarkily.
“Charlotte showed me some pictures. Though I think the paint itself is still lacking. It’s just a simple red and a white pinstripe, nothing much is really going for it.”
“Wait… pinstripe?”
“I’ll have to agree, there’s not a lot to see really. Though the decals spice it up just a little bit.” Charlotte explained a bit more. Romulo took a closer look at the vehicle. It’s appearance certainly had gotten a bit more lively with the addition of sponsors, although he’s not exactly sure whether or not the sponsors on the vehicle actually agreed to have their names placed on this particular car. He just accepted it and shrugged, despite being a wee bit bitter about the limited edition trim pieces. “Well, they’re there now I guess.”
Romulo walked over towards the table, the sun was just barely peeking over the horizon now and the breeze was beginning to settle in. He put his shirt back on and continued on the final adjustment, the addition of the CB radio antenna. He found a mounting point between the spare tyre and the tailgate, and he carefully planned the area out and eventually with a bit of fiddling between the body’s panel gaps, the antenna was installed and the radio was good to go.
Romulo took a step back to admire the magnificence of what had now been made. It’d be a shame if the vehicle was damaged beyond repair in the rally, and he was now beginning to have second thoughts about entering in the first place. He felt something bump his elbow, and he looked down to see Charlotte standing there next to him.
“Well then, we’re ready to go now, aren’t we?” She asked.
“Yup, the snorkel’s been firmly installed. Shouldn’t be a leak on it. The electronics have been pretty much waterproofed all the way to the beltline, so we can do a bit of wading without issue. I’ve also adjusted the suspension’s setting, it should ride slightly higher now and the stance should be just a little bit wider to prevent the vehicle from rolling over. The CB radio should come in handy should we get a bit separated from the rest of the other vehicles.” Romulo wiped his dirty fingers off with a towel sitting on the table. “So we’ll just need to fill that form out, then?”
Charlotte nodded, and Romulo proceeded to put away the tools and call it a day.
And what a day it was.
