Jake and Sherry were running through the woods when they saw the Lear take off...

"What the?" Jake started, when suddenly it exploded into a ball of fire. The ground shook and even from this distance they were shaken off their feet. He thought it was supposed to explode on the ground.

"When he makes it go explosion, he really nails it," said Jake grinning.

"Well that's it." Said Sherry, smiling..."we're dead." Then she frowned"We can't go back?"

"Not yet," Jake said turning from the falling debris to look at Sherry. She wasn't smiling anymore.

"Hey they made it," said Jake, "the explosion is proof that Leon is about as bad ass as you believe him to be."

"I'll miss them."

"It's not forever Super Girl." He pulled her to him in a surprise hug. It was awkward for both of them but she returned it and smiled. "Personally I never thought I'd be so glad to be dead."

His words caused her to go silent, and he wondered where she'd gone in her thoughts.

"Hey," He released her then. "We got to move." Leon had been vague about what kind of vehicle he was leaving Jake, although hinted that Jake would appreciate it. He didn't appreciate being kept in the dark about it, but Leon always came through so Jake chose not to argue the point. This time.

"You're right, where to?" Sherry stood, her new coat keeping her warm. She'd thrown the blood covered one away. Her breath was coming out in little puffs.

"I'm thinking, we get some dye and take care of that hair." Jake motioned to the blonde.

"Mine? What about yours?" Sherry replied.

"Mine's short." Jake hadn't thought about his own, it was short but red. Tall red heads did tend to stand out in a crowd. Jake was 6'3" making him taller than most.

"Yeah, they'll be looking for a red head," she paused, "and on second thought we'll do our eyebrows too."

"Eyebrows? You kidding me?" He was starting to feel sorry he had mentioned it.

"Nope." Sherry started walking towards the nearest town. It had a small run down motel and a small convenience store. Also somewhere along this stretch of highway Leon had stationed a vehicle for them.

They found it after walking south about 100 yards. It was a black motorcycle. Jake whistled in appreciation and Sherry laughed. Leon must have known Jake's appreciation for motorcycles.

"Well this is the first good idea I've seen since you mentioned dying my hair," said Jake running his hand over the bike. The keys were under the seat, although Jake could have wired it to run if he wanted to. He adjusted his backpack and handed the helmet he found there to Sherry, and put the other one on himself feeling slightly giddy at the idea of riding it. His last bike had been trashed long ago.

She climbed on behind him and he grinned at the familiar position they were taking. She slipped her arms around him and he gunned the bike down the road smiling despite the cold. This was more like it.