God, last night had been a bitch. And now they were piled off to go somewhere. What? Fuck. Of all the days. This was going to make it a little harder to find the President and Reno needed to find him. Although it would be useful to know what was out there beyond the institute.

On the other hand, he'd at least been allowed to ditch the usual ridiculous uniform for jeans and a sweatshirt that was a bit too large. Not much of an improvement, but as long as the smiley face was non-existent, he wasn't going to complain.

Slumped into his seat, he chewed absently on a thumbnail as he kept an eye out for Rufus. He hadn't been on a bus for years. The last time he'd climbed aboard one was all the way back in grade school.