“I do, actually, but I don’t use them for this kind of work. There’s too much out there that could use them against me. It’s better if I stick to what can’t be taken.” Summer cocked an eyebrow. “I assume you’ve heard of Magneto.”
She tapped a fingernail against her cuirasse. “This is bulletproof, in case you’re wondering.” Flexing her fingers, she looked up at Victor. “Let’s do this, if we’re doing it.”
“Bulletproof? Tha’s wonderful, Jeremiah has been known t’ carry a gun with him on occasion. Yeah, I’ve heard of Magneto, an unpleasant fellow I hear.” Victor shrugged then nodded at Summer’s willingness to leave. “The area where the pack mills about is about a day’s drive or, if you have access to a plane that’d be a lot faster.”
“You’re the one with all the money, darlin’,” Summer replied. “I fly myself, not other people. Is this a literal day’s drive, or more like an eight or nine hour drive?”
“I never thought to buy a plane though love. It’s quite literally a day’s ride, I suppose I could borrow a plane…” Victor gave her a mischievous grin.
“That’s entirely up to you — though I don’t think you can do it in time for this trip,” she teased. “If we’re going to drive it, though, I didn’t plan for that. I assumed it would be close by.”