Marco IX

                                    

                                          

Having adults to drive them around made the lives of Marco and Clayton much easier. Not only did Marco not have to worry about being pulled over with no license, he didn't have to worry about Clay crashing into something while he slept. Dr. Will and Dr. Minerva were the best captives that Marco could have ever asked for, they spoke only a little, did whatever the two boys said, and their only dietary restrictions were that they both were vegetarians.
They made it to New York City in no time, having only had to stop once in the final leg of their journey. Marco and Clayton both gaped at the window, astonished to see the skyscrapers rising up into the air, modern obelisks attacking the sky.
"I get why the coastal elite picked the coast, it's mighty fine out here!" Clayton laughed as they drove over a bridge.
"You can say that again, this is probably the most water I ever seen!" Marco agreed.
"Pardon me, gentlemen, but I believe you said we'd be allowed to go after reaching New York City. We passed the city limit some time ago, when will we be released?" Dr. Will's voice still trembled though he was trying to sound professional. Marco just rolled his eyes.
"Soon, I ain't lettin' y'all bail out on the freeway." Marco sighed.
Though their captives were pleasant, Dr. Will was rather keen to leave their company and it was wearing thin on Marco's patience.
"You heard the man, go'on settle down now, egghead." Clay said, pointing the shotgun at the doctor from the back seat. 
"Hey, maybe you settle down'n don't go pointin' the gun at the guy driving." Marco chastised the young boy, gently pushing the weapon down.
Clay had been a rather rambunctious jailer, Marco figured that it had to do with the doctors being the ones who made 'Dallas Preston' but Marco didn't dare ask. 
New York City was a sprawling, inspiring town. Its amazing towers and skyscrapers extended towards the sun, each building holding an LCD or hologram billboard that glowed bright even, though the sun was shining. Fleets of delivery drones flew in neat, ordered lines, following the roads below. Marco rolled down his window and stuck his head out to get a closer look, only to be smacked in the face  by a stench the likes of which he only encountered when he was a child in Sweetwater and the sewers flooded. 
Place smells like a corpse!
"Pardon me, Mr....uhm, what did you say it was?" Dr. Will asked.
"Rivera. Marco Rivera."
"Right, Mr. Rivera, where exactly are we going?" 
"Well, Dallas said he needed to get to New York to talk with his friend, and that it would clear our names. So I guess that's what we gotta do, ain't it?" 
"That's right!" Agreed the overly enthusiastic Dallas. "Goin' tah see my ol' buddy Mike!"
"And where does this ''ol buddy' live?" The doctor mocked Dallas' accent.
"I know where he works, but they ain't open at the moment." Dallas explained.
"I see, well, I was hoping to rest my weary bones on a proper bed." 
"Well there ya go, Nancy-pants, you done said the first useful thing since I met ya. We'll get us a hotel." Clay butted in.
"Fine by me." Marco shrugged. "Anyone know a good hotel in New York?" Marco asked.
Clay just made a face and Dr. Minerva shook her head.
"May I suggest Trump Tower? I once stayed there when I attended a conference in Manhattan." Dr. Will suggested.