"They're on the road, sir," my assistant said.
"Excellent. How long?"
"I wish they'd hurry up."
"Those roads are treacherous. You wouldn't have them speeding and get hurt before all the fun starts, would you?"
"Of course not. It's just, six hours? I've been working for months on this. Months!"
"I've got a live feed," my assistant says. She's always trying to put me on the bright side. But it's worked this time. She was a genius to get me a live feed on their '67 Chevy Impala.
Claudia turns her giant computer screen around so I can see. It's perfect. Not only is there a camera in the front of the car, but there's also a feed from the crowded back seat.
"You love me," Claudia says.
One camera gives a view of the front seats--driver and passenger. It's the girl Monica and the guy named Will, who she should be dating. He's driving quietly, concentrating on the road, maybe because there's no way he would ever wreck his car, knowing that Monica would be hurt--even if she doesn't know he loves her. His arm is resting on the console, and Monica's hand sits close to it. You can almost feel her desire to touch him. I get the sense I'll be using their feelings against them in the game.
The other camera is on the backseat. The guy Ryan sits squished next to the window behind the driver seat, arms folded, staring unhappily at the console. It's his girlfriend sitting there trying so hard to keep herself from touching Will, and he knows about them. It's impossible not to know of the connection between Will and Monica. Their connection is just so obvious. Next to Ryan sits Rhett. He's just the handsome guy who doesn't really want to be there. Only, he had to come. See, the girl sitting next to him is Megan, and, despite their past, he still loves her. Megan is not your typical girl, although there is one thing about her that you see in most every girl: she's in love with the guy sitting beside her. And no, not Rhett. Trent, who's on her other side, squished against the other window. He's trying so hard not to take Megan's hand into his--almost like the situation in the front seat, but unlike Megan and Trent, Will and Monica (after almost two years) still remain oblivious to their own connection. Trent is one of those suffer-in-silence kind of guys. He loves Megan, only he just doesn't tell her. He keeps all those feelings to himself.
There's so much tension in the group. You can certainly see it, and you can almost reach out and touch it.
I rub my hands together evilly, and Claudia gives me a look. "Don't give me that look. You know as well as I do that this is going to be fun. It just might be the best one yet. Look at them. That boyfriend is going to be...well. You know."
"I just hope the boy in the middle survives. He's awfully cute," Claudia purrs. She traces his outline on the camera with a manicured fingernail.
"You'll have much better presents than that."
Claudia nods and shrugs. "Now that I think about it, it would be pretty hot to see him bleed."
"That's my girl."
Claudia and I turn our attention back to the car, where it's quiet. They're actually too quiet. I figured they'd talk more, or play music, or something. I'm not sure if any of the guys are passionate about music, but I know both of the girls are, and they seem to be pretty much running the show. It's actually boring watching them sit there all tensed up. Especially with Megan there. All the other times I've watched them all, it's not quiet if she's there. "Something's wrong," I say. Claudia looks at me, her face a big question mark. "They're quiet. That's just wrong," I say to her.