It may have only been a couple of weeks since the last time Piper and Victor pulled into Marty’s Highway Haven, it had felt longer. Looking out the window, it comforted Victor to see that nothing about it had changed. With the purring of the truck, and the passenger seat which conformed nicely to his butt, it created a return to normalcy. The only thing that threatened that was the remainder of the aches and pains he had from his adventure.

Piper parked the truck and got out to pump the gas. They still had half a tank, but it was a good excuse to stretch their legs as well. Victor climbed down to the side and leaned back breathing in the crisp air. Right on time, Marty came out of the diner and trotted over to the truck.

“Morning Victor.” Marty cupped his hands over his mouth. “Morning Piper.” Piper gave a half-hearted moan that almost sounded like ‘morning.’

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“Hey Marty.” Victor said.

“How’d the job go?”

“That’s classified.”

Marty laughed. “Listen, I know it's early and you just got back, but I have another job if you’re interested. The person says it's a rush job and…”

Victor held up his hand and sighed. “Sorry Marty, but you’ll need to find someone else for this one.”

Marty’s smile faded. “What do you mean? You’re the only smogger I know.”

“We’re on a break. We aren’t even staying here. Just getting gas and heading out.”

“Where?”

“Somewhere not here.” Piper called. “All full. Let’s go.”

Marty backed up as Victor got off the truck. “Do you know anyone else that could help?”

Victor climbed back into the truck. He looked down and shrugged. “Not really. You’ll come up with something, you’re a smart guy.” Victor shut the door.