Your Chariot Awaits

(I've been writing it like Fly and Quin will leave well before the feds get there. Though it's really up to you and mdman I'm just playing it by the seat of my pants here)

Quin nodded and got up to gather their things. she was ready to get going and get fly better.

"Alrighty tighty. I'll go get it then." Sam went back out and soon returned with the wheelchair. "Ta-da! One gimpmobile! Ready to ship off yet kids?"

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