Thread: The beast of innocence.

Jina barely repressed her fuck-you anger in response to Dr. Moore, though the change in attitude off the record certainly helped. Still, Jina wasn't sure how far she could trust the woman on her attempt to help. So it was with caution mixed with her anger that she shrugged her coat back on and stormed down the hallway afterward. She left her folder with the receptionist, then took the stairs up, knowing it was faster and an elevator would make her sick in this sort of mood. She turned in her instruments at the station near the locker with her stuff. Out of the locker, she tugged a pair of black Sullen decalled tote bags, and a long pleather coat. She took them with her as she headed out to the loading dock and found the laundry truck. She walked the truck to inspect it quickly and stow her belongings before dragging a cart with her. She stepped into the dark room and lifted the body bag into the laundry cart as gently as possible before covering it and the lab coat that followed with a wad of sheets from the bottom of the cart. She then pushed the cart back to the truck at the loading dock. Jina loaded the cart, then shut herself inside the truck. She moved the sheets to make sure the body bag remained concealed but air could flow properly. Then she secured the cart with the loading straps before hopping into the drivers seat. She pulled on her coat, dug out her purse to sit within reach, then started the ignition. Sliding the truck into gear, she drove out to navigate her way out to a main road. It wasn't until she was on the highway that she bothered to pull out her cell phone and ring her buddy from the morgue. She simply told him there had been another way out, happy to cut him out of the list of people to get their butts munched if this failed. Two hours later, she stopped in a small town and drove to a trailer park where another buddy from her colorful past had a van waiting for her. She piled her bags into the front of this ordinary utility van with no back windows, then transferred the body bag into the back. After locking the back door, she carefully transferred Winter onto a bunking pallet, tucking a blanket around her that would keep light from touching her skin, including her face. Again, she was careful to ensure that air could flow. After setting up a baby monitor so that she could have a way of keeping an eye and ear on Winter from the cab, she passed through a curtain to the front. Ten minutes later, she was heading back out to the highway, leaving the laundry truck behind. One more derailed link in the chain. Jina drove north, altering highways as needed to keep moving despite peak traffic hours. Every two hours, she would pull over to check on her charge for five minutes before resuming the trip. Around 1 am, she pulled off at a truck stop to climb into the other bunk in the back to nap for four hours. Then, she was up, checking on the girl, and resuming the trip again. This time, a joint and a set of various cds of rock tunes kept her awake. She idly wished she had pulled out the joint hours before to help calm her nerves. She blinked at it and laughed sourly at the irony. Of all the laws she'd broken in her past, she had hit a new record with kidnapping a ward of the military and busting ass for the Canadian border.