As it turned out, they needn’t have worried. They were still on Highway 90 at this time, the major connector between the Salish-Shidhe Council and the Algonkian-Manitou Council nation. As such, it probably had more traffic—and more long-haul petrochem vehicles—than any other route within a thousand kilometers. The first service station they’d pulled into had the fuel the Twin Turbo needed. (At an outrageous price, of course, but what choice had they but to pay the going rate.)