"The gas station is across the street," Sandy said mildly after some of the discussion had died down. "We can leave the SUV and walk or bring it with us. Alan--" He realized he hadn't been using codenames. Mostly because he'd been thinking of Alan Scott, one of the first and the brightest. Jack always called him the Chuck Yeager of the original mystery men, and Sand had always agreed with him on that point.
"Sentinel," he corrected, "won't have any trouble bringing the SUV, but if you think there might be something bugged on it, we can also leave it. That's your decision."
He wasn't wearing a mask, because he didn't have a mask. But he was wearing the mask. Just a little. Then--
"How's the tea?" That was directed, mildly, to Allison.
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Date: 2015-10-12 10:31 pm (UTC)"Sentinel," he corrected, "won't have any trouble bringing the SUV, but if you think there might be something bugged on it, we can also leave it. That's your decision."
He wasn't wearing a mask, because he didn't have a mask. But he was wearing the mask. Just a little. Then--
"How's the tea?" That was directed, mildly, to Allison.