Riley asked. âOn foot? Dragging Dalmy along with you?â
âIâll get a car too,â Mia said.
âCan you drive?â
âIâve driven before,â Mia said.
She left out the part about not knowing what she was doing and the car running out of gas. Rileyâs eyes looked like daggers in the moonlight.
âBy lying to me youâre only hurting yourself,â Riley said.
âIâm not lying,â Mia said. âIt might not have gone so well though. I can make Carter or Andrew drive.â
âWhat if theyâre not capable?â Riley asked. âYou need this planned out to perfection for it to work.â
âI donât know,â Mia said. âCan you teach me?â
âTo drive?â Riley asked.
Mia nodded. âYou must have some kind of computer program.â
She welcomed a chance to switch up their current routine. Rileyâs daggers faded and a coy smile went across her face.
âI have something better,â she said.
Riley turned around and started walking through their small wooded area away from the cabin. Mia did her best to keep up; she was more interested in avoiding stepping on a bug or getting smacked with a branch, so she didnât notice when Riley stopped walking and Mia almost ran right into her.
âLittle notice next time . . .â Miaâs complaints faded away when she looked up.
Sitting in the clearing was a vehicle, or at least the shell of one. Mia walked around the car. It had no roof and was high up off the ground. There were no doors and the paneling on the sides was missing.
âItâs a jeep,â Riley said. âA run-down one at that.â
âHow did youââ
âI found it abandoned about two kilometers north of here,â Riley said. âI waited a week and nobody came back for it. It wouldnât start though, so I took my time pushing it back this way.â
âWhy is it so destroyed?â Mia asked.
âIt broke down, so they took what they could from it and left it in the desert,â Riley said.
âDoes it start now?â Mia asked.
âGive it a try,â Riley said.
Mia climbed up into the driverâs seat. She remembered starting her fatherâs car and felt around for the keys.
âWhere are the keys?â Mia asked.
Riley gave her a frown.
âCars havenât used keys in decades,â Riley said.
âHow does it start then?â
Riley walked over. Mia climbed across the center console and into the passenger seat. There was a single white button in the middle of the dashboard. Riley used her thumb to press it down and a light hum came over the vehicle.
âBut wonât people steal it this way?â Mia asked. âAnd the engine is so quiet.â
âThe buttons are normally fingerprint coded,â Riley said. âIâm guessing not all military-style ones have this feature, because A, itâs probably not traveling alone a whole lot, and B, multiple militia members need to drive it. Or option C: when the electrical panel in this thing fried it rebooted the fingerprint code.â
Mia watched as Rileyâs hand moved down the dashboard. There was another panel with four buttons. She went over each of their purposes.
âDrive, reverse, harsh terrain, and inclement weather. You really only need the first two.â
âWhat was that for?â Mia pointed at a space in the dash where something had been ripped out.
âSelf-driving system,â Riley said. âIt looks like the militia wanted to keep that one.â
âThe car can drive itself?â
âPlug in a destination and it will take you there,â Riley said.
Riley pushed the first button and the car moved forward. She was using her feet to accelerate the jeep. Once they were out of the branches the moonlight lit up the desert. Mia was overwhelmed by the beauty of the place. The car sped up and Miaâs hair flapped
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