Camryn and Max
 
  

They usually took the car on jobs because it was easy and the trunk had enough room for a secret storage compartment and a body if necessary. The car was dark blue and was powered the same way the lightcycles were.

“I figure we’ll start with Mikaelson and work our way down,” Camryn said.

Max didn’t respond. He was leafing through the demon journal he’d retrieved from the glove box.

“Your hair is on fire.”

“Ok cool,” he mumbled.

“You’re not listening to me.” Then she punched him in the arm.

“Hey! What?”

“I said we’ll start with Mikaelson and work our way down,” she repeated. “What are you doing anyway?”

“I just don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why now?”

“Think about it later. We’re here.”