“So where are we going? North, south? The ocean?”
Boyd shrugs, rolling down the window and hanging his arm out. The press of the air whipping by as they drove is a sort of comfort. Spring hasn’t been this warm in all of Boyd’s life.
“Let’s go to Tennessee first,” Kassian says from the backseat. “We can go hiking in the mountains, and then we can make our way across Arkansas and down into Texas, maybe wind our way back up to Colorado or something.”
“I thought we were leaving Senior Agent Trovosky at the Agency.” Boyd smirks and twists to look at Kass over his shoulder.
“Fuck off, kid,” Kassian says, making a face and giving Boyd the finger.
Hsin throws a map of the United States into the backseat, hitting Kass in the face. “You can navigate then, Captain America.”