Taylor led them out of Space Mountain, out a side gate and right to a car that was one of a few dozen spread across the vastness of the parking lot. “The door is open and the keys are on the floor.” Taylor announced.
Colby looked at him with a grin. “Maybe we should be going to Vegas.”
“Vegas?” Monica asked. “There’s not a lot of Christians in Vegas is there?”
“There’s Christians everywhere.” Her uncle tried to dismiss the question.
“Yah” Sam agreed “Sometimes they just don’t act like it.”
“Listen, kids” Colby was trying to change the topic to something more immediate, “I think it’s best if you keep your heads down. If we’re seen, someone might look the other way if they see me but I think the military will be really interested to capture you. So can you hide on the floor?”
“But don’t we need to wear a seat belt?” asked Sam.
“This time, you’re Dad says it’s OK.”
“So,” Sam continued his innocent interrogation, “it’s OK for you to steal the car this time to right Dad?”
“This is a special circumstance.” He got the girls into the car. “And we’re just borrowing it.” He opened the front door for Taylor. “And I’ll make sure to leave money with the note.” Colby hurried his son around to the other side.
“Mom may still have called it stealing.”
Colby closed the door behind his son. “And she’d probably be right.” He said under his breath, hoping innocent ears didn’t hear.
Before they turned onto the boulevard outside the main parking entrance and Colby spoke with his nephew on the floor beside him. “Which way do I turn?”
“Right… and stay on the road until I say so.”
“Roger that co-pilot James. This is your captain speaking.” He said in a nasal voice. I’ve got to keep this light for the kids.
”We’ve turned on the no seatbelts and no smoking signs. That does not mean we invite you to tour the cabin or take up smoking. Stay fully seated until the ride comes to a full and complete stop. Our cruising altitude will be ground level and we’ll be listening to…” he tried to turn on the radio, but found nothing but static on the first few pre-set stations, “the comedic stylings of a Dad on the run… why did the chicken cross the road? Stop don’t answer that, you’re not supposed to be here. Why did the chicken cross the road? To show the gopher it could be done. Not seeing any gophers on this street, and very few chickens. Taylor, I am seeing a hummer or two on the road ahead of us. Yes, they are in a lovely tan color and have people with automatic weapons surrounding them. Any suggestions, co-pilot James?
“Tell them General Paxton said he didn’t care if you left.” Said Sam from the back seat.
“Do you see them falling for that?” Colby asked without taking his eyes off the blockade now four or five blocks away.