Does your Dad know?

Jesus Christ, Jack! Don’t sneak up on me like that!

Hey – I was just standing here by the gate, enjoying this delightful day.

Jay dumped her back-pack on the ground, and wiped her brow. There is nothing to know.

Right. So you’ve graciously given up some of your bad-ass duties, yet you are training Rachael AND off wandering the country-side, alone, every day.

Far out, can’t a girl have a little mystery…or privacy? Jay huffed.

Jack shrugged, safety first and all that.

Not that I need to explain myself to you, but I take a radio, I have some rations and a few weapons.

To do what exactly?

Get some time and space to my freakin’ self, is what.

Jack raised an eyebrow. Not sneaking off to meet anyone?

Jay’s blood boiled. Oh. My. God. Fucking Rachael. She sat down to pull off her boots. Don’t you smirk at me, asswipe. She peeled off a sweaty sock. You wanna know what I do? I run. I feel the breeze in my hair and the sun on my face. You are welcome to join me, if you can keep up. Jay hefted herself up, hoisting her bag onto her back. She picked her boots up in one hand and deftly flicked her sodden socks at Jack with the other.

You are so gross, Jack called to her retreating figure, why are we friends?

We won’t be if you don’t mind your own business, Jay called back. She didn’t want to make good on that threat though. Friends were supposed to tell each other stuff, right?