[center][h1]Justice[/h1][/center]

Thankfully, the truck didn't require an engine rebuild--something that would have taken days if not weeks. Just some realignment and resealing. What tubes had exploded and bolts had been shorn across the rest of the truck were replaced. Additional parts that had given out were--with enough looking--swapped out with scrapyard equivalents.

What Justice had been doing while everyone was conversing was mudding up the burn marks, kicking out some dents, and patching the canvas cover. Of course, the patches were noticeable. But it was certainly less attention grabbing. She'd rather the truck look like it was damaged long ago rather than recently. If that were the case, someone uninterested in it would simply think of the vehicle as old surplus that found its way to a private buyer. 

Though, that didn't mean she wasn't listening to the group.

[b]"If that thing came back, it'd probably not care what we're driving barring a bigger, stronger airship."[/b] Justice said over the noise of her kicking out dents from the inside of the cab. [b]"I'm more worried about the hicks. We have a bad track record with them already."[/b]

The final kick was significantly louder than the last few as her annoyance finally boiled over. The dent popped as it somewhat returned to its proper form, though the metal still had a warped outline where the dent once was.

[b]"With our luck?"[/b] Justice replied to Gerard. She didn't elaborate further.