There was a sudden commotion from the backseat of the cab. It jarred the driver, Vernon, awake. He panicked and looked behind his shoulder cautiously to see what was going on. Mr Draxtin was pounding his fists onto the driver’s seat in which Vernon was sitting. He was clearly upset by something. Finally, Vernon could hear Mr Draxtin saying, “What do you mean by that!?!??”
Moments later, Mr Draxtin, fuming, looked at Vernon with murder in his eyes. “Dammit! They disconnected me from my own hololink! How dare they!”
Vernon’s stomach growled and his bladder felt weak. He didn’t like that look in The President of SARN’s face. “It is inexcusable, sir,” said Vernon.
“Victor!!!!” yelled Draxtin in the small cab enclosure. “Get me out of this seat!”
“Sir?” asked Vernon. He didn’t pause for an answer. He looked out of the cab’s windows and even through the rear-view mirror before getting out. They were parked at Draxtin Diner which was the same diner he had parked at previously on the day of the LIVER INCIDENT (as Vernon refered to the events in his thoughts). Draxtin had murdered the original owner, ate the man’s liver, and then opened a chain of his own diners to celebrate a milestone in his own independence. This was the original location.
Satisfied he would not be attacked from unawares by anyone other than Mr Draxtin himself, Vernon undid his seat belt and jammed open his door to the cab. He tried to open Mr Draxtin’s rear door but the lock was still engaged. He slammed his fist down on the unlock switch on his console by the steering wheel then opened up the door for Draxtin. So upset by the delay was Draxtin that he fell out of the cab onto the cobblestones, wrestling with his restraining wires.
Vernon dove to the ground, panicking fully this time. Without a second thought, he kissed the ground goodbye. But Draxtin managed to untangle himself without any assistance. His suit in disarray, Draxtin stood. He jumped into driver’s seat.
Vernon collected his wits enough to run to the shotgun seat and open the door before Draxtin yelled again: “NO! Close my door! Then you can get in!” Vernon followed orders then got into the cab. “Okay, Victor… I mean… Vernon… teach me how to drive this thing!”
“First, let me buckle you in, Sir,” Vernon muttered. He pushed a button on the console and the driver’s side harness engaged itself and adjusted the seat to fit Draxtin’s taller, thinner frame. Vernon manually put on his own seat belt.
It took him five minutes but he managed to quickly tell Draxtin the very basics to driving. Silently saying a prayer to himself, Vernon then said “okay, that’s how you do it.”
“How the hell do I keep my eyes on the road and see the route at the same time that I need to travel?” Draxtin wanted to know.
Vernon thought about this. Then he reached into the glove box and pulled out a very old piece of equipment he had purchased at a antique store on the day he he’d been hired but never used: a GPS unit. Vernon plugged the unit in and attached it to the dashboard. With a push of a button he programmed the address for the nearest hospital.
“I don’t want to go to a hospital! I want to go to the Corporate Office!” shouted Draxtin.
“For real, sir?” Vernon said with genuine surprise.
“YES!” screamed Draxtin. “I know I always have done virtual meetings in the past, but this time the idiots have cut me off from the datalink. They don’t think I’m the REAL Kyle Draxtin.”
“They don’t, sir?” asked Vernon as he rectified his mistake. “We’re 100 miles from that location, sir.”
“I don’t care! They think I’m Kyle Draxtin’s great nephew or some bull crap like that!”