The silence of the Nevada desert night was a tricky thing to work around, checking for her smokes, batteries, bandanna and skateboard she held the bell of the diner door to stop it ringing to make her clean and quiet exit. Her efforts were useless as the mere sound of the door closing was enough to alert the group of boys in the back, "Frank?! That you?" "I'm right here" a grumpy sounding Frank replied, Memory held her breath scared they might hear her breathe "Where's Memory?" That had done it. Without hesitation she slammed her skateboard to the ground tried to gain some speed, "Fuck, Memory!" She heard Frank shout, Frank ran to the Trans-am whilst wrestling his mask onto his face.
He caught up to her in seconds, cutting her off with a sharp turn, not even that far up the road the other 3 could be seen catching up with the commotion. Memory regained her stance and stood determined, "Get out of my way Ghoul" Memory seethed, "Memory what the fuck?" Frank stated simply leaning out of the Trans-am window whilst pulling his mask to sit on the top of his head. Memory didn't reply but kept up her cold stare towards Frank, he turned the engine off and got out of the car, he raised his hand up to tell the others that everything was okay. Memory stole a glance behind her and saw the other 3 stood in a line a few meters away, "Is this you going to find Fox?" Frank asked quietly, his tone sounding that of a father having just caught his teenage daughter in the act of sneaking out the house, to this Memory still said nothing. Over time Frank had gotten used to getting no response back from Memory. Most of them had, besides Gerard. Memory, still breathing heavily from her attempted getaway clenched her jaw as if she was trying to control herself. Frank changed his demeanour completely, back into his jolly, lighthearted self which was a tone that suited him much better "If that's what you wanted to do, all you had to do was ask" He quietly got into the car, pulled his mask back on, and started the engine.
Memory, unsure what to do, remained stood with her mouth ajar a little. Some would say she looked gobsmacked, but she didn't feel it, she didn't really know how she felt. She felt warm perhaps, there was certainly a little bit of warmth. The boys ran past her an into the back of the car and they all turned to look at Memory. With the passenger seat still bent over and the door wide open, Ray pulled the seat into position and tapped the head, trying to encourage her. Memory veered off feeling unsure, she flipped up her skateboard into her hands and took baby steps towards the vehicle. A slight blush daring to creep onto her pale, malnourished skin she felt silly. She felt she had made a fool out of herself, and she felt quite humbled, maybe thats what that slight warm feeling must have been. Frank blasted up the radio, "HE'LL BE A LITERAL SILVER FOX IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP" Frank jested out the window. She couldn't help it but a smile crept on her face, "WHAT'S THAT?" Frank shouted over the music, Memory looked behind her and to her left and right, "IS THAT A SMILE?" He turned on the headlights as she passed them showing the boys that she was in fact laughing, she shyly got into the vehicle and Frank headed off the same way Fox did, They left their zone quite quickly but they were still on the outskirts. No one would be around for miles and they all knew this, "LETS GO MOTHERFUCKERS" Frank screamed over the guitar solo and he raised his hands out the window, "SEARCH AND RESCUE!" the boys in the back were shouting along to Franks enthusiasm. From the drivers seat Frank nudged the ever silent girl, "C'mon Memory, where's your fighting power?" her head stayed down and she gave a slight laugh, Gerard joined in as he tapped her on the back of the head, "Yeah Memory, this is your idea after all!" "And where did all that energy go? We'll find him in no time" asked Mikey joining in, Ray began the enthusiasm once more "MARCO! MARCO?" with his hands cupped around his mouth he shouted dragging the last word. Memory unbuckled the seatbelt and stood up to lean out the window, "READY OR NOT HERE I COME JACKIE!"

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