Joplin's heart raced. She'd never been so flustered in her life. Jax smelled like a bonfire and strong bourbon. "What's the matter? Did the little tornado lose her fury?" Teased Jax. Joplin looked up at him. "Y-You're fucking... tall." She managed, her head a mess with the scent of Jax. He laughed looking down at her. "Darlin' I think you're just short... but damn can you keep that cool of yours... until someone actually tries to wrangle that heart, huh? Seems I've got you all hot and bothered, darlin'."
Joplin rolls her eyes, trying to hide it. "Maybe... Maybe not, cowboy." She smirks seductively, running her hand across his denim-covered thigh. Jax was caught off guard by her touch, enough so that Joplin slipped around him. "Who could say, cowboy? But don't act like me being short stopped you from checking me out... I saw you looking at my curves." Joplin smirked at him playfully. Jax knew she was right. For being five-foot-four, hadn't stopped him. Her grey cutoff shirt with faded orange-yellow lettering of her family's farm didn't have his mind having to imagine much. Large breasts, a curvy figure that he could tell hid some of the pudge on her stomach which led to sunset-orange nylon shorts that drew attention to her ass. Yep... Jax realized she'd gotten him to check out her body again...
"You're a walkin' temptation, darlin'. A spitfire with curves like that, and I'm guessing a killer right hook to match your sass... You're damn near lethal, sweetheart!" Grinned Jax. Joplin laughed and smirked at him. "What? Didn't anyone ever teach you that the Devil went down to Georgia cuz he found the Midwest to be worse than hell?" Jax laughed loudly, "Damn straight darlin'. The Devil couldn't handle the Midwest with you and your sass roaming around. Hell, I reckon you'd knock ol' Satan on his ass if he messed with you." Joplin had a hearty laugh at that. "You're probably not wrong, Jax. That's how I ended up in this hellhole." Jax saw the pain in Joplin's eyes. She wanted to get out of this sterile white prison just as badly as he did. However, the facility's power suddenly cut out, and another man opened Jax's door.
"It's now or never, Jax... oh, and Jax's lady. Are you coming?" Joplin looked at Jax for answers, to which Jax asked her one question. "Wanna ride off into the sunset darlin'?" Joplin's eyes widened as the sound of alarms began to blare. "Yes!" She said, grabbing his hand. The two, joined by a man from Tennessee named Maddox, ran toward the facility's exit. A horde of imprisoned men and women raced to the doors. Some were gunned down, meanwhile fighters like Jax and Joplin let out all that pent-up aggression taking down guards and scientists. As Maddox, Jax, and Joplin reached the doors, the doctors tripped and fell behind them.
"WAIT! It's not safe out there! Please! J-01! Don't..." The sound of a pistol's safety being taken off silenced him. Joplin had taken a guard's pistol and had it aimed at the doctor's head. "Fuck no... you disgusting piece of shit. I'd rather die than even spend another miserable day in this sterile prison." She clocked him over the head with the pistol, and left with Jax and Maddox. As they raced outside, the sweltering heat of the desert slapped them in the face. "Maddox, where's the truck?" Asked Jax, hearing the rapidly approaching thunder of military issue boots coming from inside the facility. "It's over by the bunker wall! Here!" yelled Maddox, tossing Joplin the truck keys. She handed Jax her pistol before racing to the covered truck Maddox had planted while he was a guard. After openly disagreeing with the breeding program, he was imprisoned.
Joplin ripped the cover away to find... a burnt-rust colored, Baja-modified, 1977 Dodge Power Wagon pickup. It was just like the one on her family's farm. Same color, a bit older but hers wasn't modified for baja running. She got in and turned the truck over. She fought the carburetor for a moment then threw the truck into first-gear and roared over to the facilities entrance where Jax and Maddox were in a shoot out with soldiers in hazmat masks. "GET IN!" She yelled at them. Jax jumped in the passenger seat and Maddox into the truck's bed. With both in the truck, Joplin floored that Chrysler 360 V8. As the song "Black Lung Heartache" by Joe Bonamassa played from the truck's cassette deck, Joplin high-revved that pickup as she drove out into the desert with Humvees in pursuit of them. However, Joplin had grown up with her grandparents on the family farm, not some concrete jungle...
She grinned as she shifted gears and drove like a bat outta hell over the desert sands. That 360 Chrysler V8 engine roared louder than lions as she kept her foot buried on the throttle. "Goddamn, darlin'!" Exclaimed Jax, watching her drive. "Who the hell taught you to drive like this?" He wasn't sure if he should be proud or terrified. "My grandpa! Well, him and tornado chasing, cowboy! Hold on!" She yelled as she jumped the truck over a sizable culvert. Jax caught a glimpse of Joplin. She was wide-eyed, smiling, and the sunlight made her look more beautiful than ever. "Fuck," he said, smirking to himself, "I'll get her to fall for me, yet... I want her all to myself." As Joplin kept the truck well ahead of the Humvees trying to capture or kill them. Her eyes scanned the horizon, then lit up when she spotted it... paved road.
As the cassette tape began to play the song "Old Town Road (Last Blood Version)", Joplin didn't lift on the throttle, driving into a ditch and jumping the Power Wagon onto the roadway. All four tires propelled the trio forward as Joplin won't, no... she straight up refused to be killed or return to that human-forced breeding bunker. As the Power Wagon's tires squealed into a drift, Joplin downshifted and roared up the on ramp of a military bridge. Many of the Humvees had fallen too far behind to keep up, but only one matched Joplin in persistence. "Command, this is Master Sergeant Naylor. We're the last Humvee in pursuit... orders?" Naylor nodded and kept after the truck, but ordered the rest of his men to return to base. "These idiots... been in that facility three years and have no idea what the hell they're speeding into."