She Moves the World

I woke up to shouting outside our bus; checking the bunk across from mind, Violet was still asleep. My heart stopped pounding nearly as much as it was.
Taking care not to wake the girl I brought to the bus last night, I slid out from the covers and put some sweatpants on. Tiptoeing out from the back of the bus, I glance out of the window. Jinxx, Jake, and CC were in a standoff with some officials from the BHR, who swore we were harboring a biotic amongst us. I heard Andy’s shout from on top of the bus, seated at his sniper perch, I assumed.
“Why can’t you just leave the girl alone,” Andy shouted, rage in his voice.
“She doesn’t belong to you,” Jake said as I watch him step up to one of the officials.
The man in the center, standing directly in front of CC, sneered and stuffed his hands in his pockets only to pull out a stick of gum.
“If she isn’t a biotic, why protect her from us,” the only woman with the two men said, putting her hands on her hips, her face hard and cold.
“I really should call Sammi to let her know about this,” I whispered to myself, only to hear a yawn from the bunk area.
The blonde I had brought to the bus last night was awake, and putting her shoes back on. Slipping out the front, she gave me a wink. Exiting the bus, the officials looked up confused.
“This,” the one gentleman in Jake’s face started, “is the girl you are protecting?”
“Uh,” Jinxx arched and eye brow, “yea, who else did you think we were talking about?”
I heard Andy get down from the bus, and swing in from the side window.
“How is she,” he asked with worry, “Is she safe?”
“Yea man,” I lifted up the curtain to reveal a sweetly sleeping Violet, curled up in her oversized Motley Crew t shirt and sleep shorts.
“God,” he grunted, peering out the same slit in the blinds as myself, “They just won’t let up. Why do they want all of these people any way?”
“Jinxx has been looking into it,” I started, making my way to the coffee pot to start Violet’s coffee, “He said the government wants to turn them into a super human army. They would be artillery and bomber quads in one.”
“That sounds dangerous,” Andy said, now sitting down in the booth at the table, “I couldn’t imagine Violet doing something like that; not on their side, at least.”
“Me neither,” I agreed.
As the officials left, the other guys came back onto the bus. Jake made a bee line for the driver, who started the bus to take them to their next concert venue. CC hurried back to Vi to wake her up for the day, tired and worried himself. Jinxx just came in and sat down with anger in his eyes.
“How did they find out she was with us,” Jinxx asked gruffly.
“Probably Jennika,” I added, thinking about the post she made on Twitter about how we were biotic supports and shit.
I heard CC tell Vi we were moving on to the next venue and that he had gotten her breakfast while he was out. I smiled to myself; he had really gotten attached to her the past month or so. Watching her get out of the bunk, and hug him for an extra long time told everyone she felt the same.
“She is up and getting dressed,” he said, whipping mist from his eyes.
Jinxx called Sammi, who was at our head quarters in LA. She was the Leader of the Resistance, and proud of it. She informed him she would get Falling in Reverse on it; Ronnie, that crazy mother fucker. He was good at getting people to pay attention to him, and was even better at being a biotic supporter. He ran the Biotic Underground, a safe haven for biotics and their families to retreat to for assistance and a safe place to stay.
I just stood at the window, watching for their cars to drive in the opposite direction of our bus; and they did.
Turning, Vi is finally dressed and having her first cup of coffee for the morning.
“Hey, sis,” I said, and sat down next to Andy, “How did you sleep?”
“Alright until I started hearing BHR yell at ya’ll outside.”
“You knew they were here?” Jinxx asked.
“I always do,” she said, nonchalantly sipping out of her cup, “Besides, Andy fired a warning shot this morning, Ash. I’m surprised that didn’t wake you and your one-nighter up.”
“How the hell did you hear that?” I shot at her, “You were snoring.”
“Hypersensitive hearing, retard,”
“Children, can we please stop acting 8 and 10 please,”
Jake was standing in the aisle, holding a bug; not a insect, but a camera bug, smashed by his foot assumedly.
“So,” Andy started, “That is how they knew she was here.”
“Yep,”
The next few hours were terrible; CC just laid on Vi’s lap, worried that this might be the last time he would be able to see her, Jinxx read mildly funny anecdotes from the Men Digest magazine he found in the kitchenette drawer, Jake played on his phone, Andy texted Scout nonstop, and I just sat watching all of this out of boredom.
“Hey, guys,” our bus driver shouted back, “I have to get some gas. I’m stopping in an area where the resistance is strong, so Violet can get out, get snacks and a drink, and use the bathroom if she needs to.”
“Oh my goodness, woo,” she exclaimed, “I get to stretch my legs!”
We stopped at the next truck stop so we could gas up; as soon as the bus was in park, Vi jumped off the bus and headed towards the store.
That was when I saw the two men crawl out of the wooded area behind the stop. I thought nothing of it, because they were in resistance clothing.
We were in line to buy our road snacks and drinks when we heard her scream outside.

Notes

Ash was her brother; does he feel responsible, or was it something he couldn't help?