Jennifer, Dyson, Caine, Vanisher, and Ice Queen all rode in a school bus. Dyson sat near the front while Jennifer stood, watching the bus driver and making sure his every turn was proper.
Vanisher sat in the middle of the bus, one row in front of Caine. That made her nervous, but she knew very well that she couldn’t move to another seat in the middle of the trip. That would be conspicuous.
She kept rubbing her hands together; it was a nervous tic.
“I’m not gonna kill ya, you know,” Caine said. He leaned his arms over the bus seat, which allowed him a better view of Vanisher.
“Of course.” Vanisher continued rubbing her hands together. In fact, she looked even more nervous. She could’ve teleported away if things got dicey, but then Jennifer would make sure the nano-bots murdered the shit out of her. Thus, Vanisher would be fucked either way.
“Look, I’m not gonna…” Caine saw this wasn’t getting him anywhere, so he tried changing to a tactic with which he was more familiar. “Look, if you don’t calm down, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
Vanisher flinched, and Caine let out a sound that was a mix between a growl and an exasperated sigh.
“Just… Just cool it, alright?” Caine said.
Ice Queen, sitting in the row across the aisle from Caine, spoke up. “All you’ve done so far is act intimidating and laugh at us. Now you’re trying to be nice.”
“Not to you,” Caine said. “You’re still a bitch.”
Ice Queen shook her head; Caine reminded her of her son.
Vanisher, on the other hand, was relieved. It seemed that Caine maybe didn’t want to murder her, at least for the moment.