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Jon swallowed heavily, how had he thought the drives through the tube were bad? These mountains were no joke. He was close to throwing up, and Martin-his least helpful assistant-could tell, throwing worried side glances at Jon. Tim and Sasha sat up front, Tim at the wheel and the two were speaking off about the rude American, who honked and yelled at them through the window after Tim accidentally swerved. That was an accident, but the othet guy seemed convinced that it was Tim being "a dumb foreigner asshole" .
"I mean it is not my fault that the brake is janky." Tim sighed angrily.
"Right! I think hes just... what are they called?" Sahsa mused, then snapping her fingers, "A bigoted redneck!"
A peal of laughter between the two of them, and Jon sighed. He did NOT want to be here. How had he let himself agree to this?
Two months ago, he was telling the two off for not focusing on work, and next thing he knew Martin was roped into their crazed plan, and then ELIAS overheard.
"I think this is a fabulous idea of yours Tim." He had said coyly, making Jons blood boil just a little.
A roadtrip. To America. Of all places.
Everyone had agreed to go, and Elias said itd be a good way to bond with his [Jon]'s coworkers and how there WERE some statements in the mix of Gertrudes personal hell thay were from there. Still. Why would he agree?
Maybe it was peer pressure.
Maybe it was stubborness.
Jonathan Sims' mind was a mystery.