easy. I tapped his shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to visit Cape Cod. Come on.”
We climbed back down the hatch. I paused on the stairway, eyeing this producer’s display of hunting rifles. Gale raised an eyebrow as I pulled a smooth, wood-stocked Remington from the wall.
“I’m not stealing it. I’m just borrowing it.” Jeez. It was the end of the world and, as far as we knew, this producer could be dead already. Besides, wouldn’t he want us using his guns to save his butt?
“It’s not that. It’s just….” He trailed off like when Jay Dovetail had something to say that shouldn’t be said out loud.
“What?”
“You don’t strike me as the gun type.”
I laughed and shook my head. All of a sudden he was some expert on me? What exactly was the gun type , anyway? “I’m not. I used to hate guns. Let’s just say the apocalypse has inspired me.” I tested the weight in my arms. The kickback would hurt my shoulder, but I could pull it off.
“I think he stashed the ammo in the hallway by the kitchen.” Gale reached above me and pulled his own rifle from the wall. “Can’t hurt to have two.”
Counting the guns I already had, that was four. If only we had more people to hold them. “I think that will be enough.”
While Gale dug through the hallway closet, I opened a few of the kitchen cabinets. I wasn’t sure what to search for. Who stashed ammo in their silverware drawer? But, I felt as though I should be doing something to prepare.
I sorted through some party favors and tinsel and came across a small plastic box with a button on it. Every nerve told me not to touch it, but I pressed the button anyway. A car beeped from the garage.
Gale ran into the kitchen with two boxes of ammo.
“I didn’t mean to. I pressed the button by accident.”
He shook his head then stared at me like I was the luckiest girl in the world. “No way. I’d know that beep anywhere. You found the key to the Jaguar.”
“Well, at least we’ll die in style.” I gestured toward the door. Mom was waiting. “Let’s go.”
As much as I wanted to drive, Gale was the only one of us who knew where we were going. I handed him the key.
“Pete’s gonna kill me.” Gale opened the passenger door for me.
I assumed Pete was his producer friend. “Not if you save his life.”
“You’re right.” He waited as I slipped into the sleek leather seat then closed the door behind me like a gentleman. Could Gale be more perfect? No.
He rounded the Jaguar and slipped into the driver’s side. When he turned the key, the engine purred with a luxurious hum. Gale opened the garage by a remote on the key, and we sped down the drive.
I settled into my seat, watching the gates part before us. “So how long till we get there?”
He pulled onto the main road, and the iron gates closed behind us. “I’d say an hour.”
So we had a lot of time to talk. Either that or sit there waiting to battle an army of Sparkies, just to hijack a ship and fly into more. Best come up with conversation.
Too bad I fixated on one thing. “So, who are you hoping to find up there?”
Gale glanced over at me as if debating what to tell me. He sighed, focusing on the road as we turned a sharp corner. “Besides Pete?”
“Yes, besides Pete. Unless he’s the only person you care about on this world.”
“I have a mom, too, you know.” He ran a hand through his wavy hair. “And we didn’t part on the best of terms.”
“Why not?”
“She wants me to do this new superhero trilogy. She thinks it will skyrocket my career, maybe lead to movies where the Academy will nominate me for an award.”
“That sounds great.”
“You’d think so. Until you realize you have no life. Every waking moment is spent memorizing scripts, traveling to remote filming locations, and promoting your movies at press events.” He fiddled with the radio but all it played was static. “I haven’t even finished high school, and all my friends graduated last
We climbed back down the hatch. I paused on the stairway, eyeing this producer’s display of hunting rifles. Gale raised an eyebrow as I pulled a smooth, wood-stocked Remington from the wall.
“I’m not stealing it. I’m just borrowing it.” Jeez. It was the end of the world and, as far as we knew, this producer could be dead already. Besides, wouldn’t he want us using his guns to save his butt?
“It’s not that. It’s just….” He trailed off like when Jay Dovetail had something to say that shouldn’t be said out loud.
“What?”
“You don’t strike me as the gun type.”
I laughed and shook my head. All of a sudden he was some expert on me? What exactly was the gun type , anyway? “I’m not. I used to hate guns. Let’s just say the apocalypse has inspired me.” I tested the weight in my arms. The kickback would hurt my shoulder, but I could pull it off.
“I think he stashed the ammo in the hallway by the kitchen.” Gale reached above me and pulled his own rifle from the wall. “Can’t hurt to have two.”
Counting the guns I already had, that was four. If only we had more people to hold them. “I think that will be enough.”
While Gale dug through the hallway closet, I opened a few of the kitchen cabinets. I wasn’t sure what to search for. Who stashed ammo in their silverware drawer? But, I felt as though I should be doing something to prepare.
I sorted through some party favors and tinsel and came across a small plastic box with a button on it. Every nerve told me not to touch it, but I pressed the button anyway. A car beeped from the garage.
Gale ran into the kitchen with two boxes of ammo.
“I didn’t mean to. I pressed the button by accident.”
He shook his head then stared at me like I was the luckiest girl in the world. “No way. I’d know that beep anywhere. You found the key to the Jaguar.”
“Well, at least we’ll die in style.” I gestured toward the door. Mom was waiting. “Let’s go.”
As much as I wanted to drive, Gale was the only one of us who knew where we were going. I handed him the key.
“Pete’s gonna kill me.” Gale opened the passenger door for me.
I assumed Pete was his producer friend. “Not if you save his life.”
“You’re right.” He waited as I slipped into the sleek leather seat then closed the door behind me like a gentleman. Could Gale be more perfect? No.
He rounded the Jaguar and slipped into the driver’s side. When he turned the key, the engine purred with a luxurious hum. Gale opened the garage by a remote on the key, and we sped down the drive.
I settled into my seat, watching the gates part before us. “So how long till we get there?”
He pulled onto the main road, and the iron gates closed behind us. “I’d say an hour.”
So we had a lot of time to talk. Either that or sit there waiting to battle an army of Sparkies, just to hijack a ship and fly into more. Best come up with conversation.
Too bad I fixated on one thing. “So, who are you hoping to find up there?”
Gale glanced over at me as if debating what to tell me. He sighed, focusing on the road as we turned a sharp corner. “Besides Pete?”
“Yes, besides Pete. Unless he’s the only person you care about on this world.”
“I have a mom, too, you know.” He ran a hand through his wavy hair. “And we didn’t part on the best of terms.”
“Why not?”
“She wants me to do this new superhero trilogy. She thinks it will skyrocket my career, maybe lead to movies where the Academy will nominate me for an award.”
“That sounds great.”
“You’d think so. Until you realize you have no life. Every waking moment is spent memorizing scripts, traveling to remote filming locations, and promoting your movies at press events.” He fiddled with the radio but all it played was static. “I haven’t even finished high school, and all my friends graduated last
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