Duck turns to look at the ragged human woman and the green haired wizard in the cabin next to him, then back over his shoulder at the team leader, the dwarf, and the male elf in the back bed, taking one last check over the mood of the team. His eyes settle, squinting at Angel.
She's testin' me. Wants to see if she can get me pissed enough to swing or sum, prove i aint a fuckin professional or some shit. See if i can be trusted to keep my head when emotions run high. Girl is good. Girl is damn good.
When no one else speaks, he leans down and puts his helmet on, then plugs himself into the jack under the dashboard of the gopher, just in case he needs to jump in a hurry. He adjusts the rear view mirror with one hand while he gives the mental command to start the engine and announces, "Yall heard the captain!" Trying and failing to hide a giant shit eating grin, Duckdown starts the loaded up little truck out of the Doolan's parking lot and into the street.
Lets see how cool SHE can keep, eh?
He heads west down Island blvd, letting the auto pilot run the thing nice and safely and obeying all the traffic rules. After a few blocks, he checks the rearview, then kills the autopilot and pulls south off the main road into a short, dirty alleyway between two buildings. He turns the headlights off, but leaves the engine running.
