5 people buckled up
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Baby lifted a hand to wipe sweat from her forehead, then leaned down and blew metal shavings from the item in her hand. There was a half box of shotgun shells at her feet, and she’d apparently spent the past several hours carving devil’s traps into each one. She stood, hoisting the small boxes under one arm, and opened the trunk of the Impala, carefully placing the boxes inside with the rest of the boys’ weapons. The sound of footsteps in the gravel caught her attention and she dragged her wrist across her forehead as she reached for another box of bullets. “Evenin’,” she called over her shoulder casually, reaching up to close the trunk partially so that the weapons wouldn’t be seen by random passersby.
