- Joined
- Sep 7, 2019
- Location
- Jurassic Park
Kira Beck could finally hear herself think now that her Nimbus delivery truck was flying in the upper levels of Neo Sacramento, the Western Valley Republic’s capital city after the collapse of Old America in the Second Civil War.
She still couldn’t escape the towers of glass, silicon and concrete with her vehicle’s comparatively poor altitude, but at least some of the bustle of the city faded into a dull roar rather than a deafening tin. And all she could think about was how weird the pickup order she’d just gotten was. It wasn’t near any Depots as far as she was aware. It was placed near the end of her shift at 6:30 PM. Hell, it wasn’t even in a part of town that was on her normal route.
But Kira had come to work for Nimbus to escape, not to ask questions. And this request had come from a Nimbus anonymized customer ID. So, she proceeded to the location given, landed the truck on what appeared to be a completely abandoned Pickup Bay with barely showing paint, and waited.
While she hung out inside her truck, she made sure her pistol, sawed off shotgun, and katana were in working order and inspected the inside and outside of her truck for any faults. Nimbus drivers were supposed to do that at least six times a day. This was her eighth inspection.
Finally, Kira put on some music through her headphones and pushed a button on her phone to count down a ten minute timer. If the customer didn’t show at that point, then she’d leave and she’d probably be able to return the truck, get some food and a barely ingestible alcoholic concoction at a bar, and then hope to go home with a woman half decent in bed and wake up with a hangover and an empty spot next to her.
Again.
She still couldn’t escape the towers of glass, silicon and concrete with her vehicle’s comparatively poor altitude, but at least some of the bustle of the city faded into a dull roar rather than a deafening tin. And all she could think about was how weird the pickup order she’d just gotten was. It wasn’t near any Depots as far as she was aware. It was placed near the end of her shift at 6:30 PM. Hell, it wasn’t even in a part of town that was on her normal route.
But Kira had come to work for Nimbus to escape, not to ask questions. And this request had come from a Nimbus anonymized customer ID. So, she proceeded to the location given, landed the truck on what appeared to be a completely abandoned Pickup Bay with barely showing paint, and waited.
While she hung out inside her truck, she made sure her pistol, sawed off shotgun, and katana were in working order and inspected the inside and outside of her truck for any faults. Nimbus drivers were supposed to do that at least six times a day. This was her eighth inspection.
Finally, Kira put on some music through her headphones and pushed a button on her phone to count down a ten minute timer. If the customer didn’t show at that point, then she’d leave and she’d probably be able to return the truck, get some food and a barely ingestible alcoholic concoction at a bar, and then hope to go home with a woman half decent in bed and wake up with a hangover and an empty spot next to her.
Again.
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