Genesis was heavier than he looked, and his butt not as round or soft as Acacia expected. Every time Vanessa hit the breaks abruptly (which was often) Genesis was pushed back onto Acacia; it quickly got old. Her legs were falling asleep, her boobs were getting squished, and she hoped her clothes weren't getting wrinkled. Every once in a while they'd have to shift and readjust to find a comfortable position, and sometimes Acacia's equipment would poke Genesis uncomfortably. "Yup that's a bomb. Try not to sit on it." She noticed Vanessa eying them once in a while, probably amused by the sight, she couldn't blame her. Once the team reached the garage and parked, Acacia immediately opened the door to sweet freedom. She couldn't wait to stretch her legs out.

[i]"So, guys," she (Vanessa) said, eyeing Heretic and Genesis, knowing that they'd be grateful to untangle themselves from each other. "Was my driving terrible, or was it terrible?"[/i]

"You know what's really terrible? Two people wearing one seat belt. Next time I'm driving." she said playfully. Once out Acacia straitened out her clothes and brushed them off, just like new. Next she searched for the most expensive looking cars in the garage, the ones that belonged to the horsemen. She hid remote explosives on the underside of each of them. Enough to incapacitate the vehicle just in case. 

"You two lead the way. I'll open any doors you can't. I'll leave the fancy stuff to you."