Diana knew that they wanted it to be extra humiliating how she was dumped into the prison, but as some of the guards were female on the chopper she was allows to be in the underwear they gave her. But with nothing else other than what she was wearing that they knew about on her, she knew that it was a message to someone. She had read and heard all about Miami, where it was a totally different ball game than either New York or Los Angeles. The "Great Apple" was now a wasteland hell of collapsed over-industrialization and the "City of Angels" was now a natural disaster-ravaged jigsaw of chaos, while Miami was a cross between festering brine and perverse luxury... depending on your point of view. That was at least right before they injected her...
Just before the helicopter took off, one of the female guards placed the very small packet, knowing that the drugs were about to wear off, under her hand. The officer had been paid very well to make certain it was with her, and as corruption was excusable as long as you were never caught, and no one had seen, she was clear. The chopper was already in the sky when the drug started wearing off, and Diana Nixon was awakening. The sound of the helicopter was a noise in the distance as she woke, the small packet in her hand very much what she needed. Shaking the cobwebs out, she stood up, realizing she at Cape Florida on Key Biscayune Island inside the prison walls and that they had propped her up against the side of the old Cape Florida Lighthouse.
She had paid a lot of money, and she knew the risks on that. Money, even in these times, could buy a good bit, and a set of five solid gold Krugerrand better have gotten her what she had wanted. She tore into the packet, and smiled. She had smuggled the even smaller packet into holding inside of her pussy, but she had kept it iinside of the little wooden box when she handed it to the guard along with the coins. She would know if the box had been tampered with, and it hadn't been. The key alongside it was the only other object, and she then used it to unlock the lighthouse keeper's cabin.
In minutes, she found what she had arranged through the Morse Code signal into the prison what she would need. A short white sound burst hid the code, and she was then moving with the backpack and the other bag outside to get them open. The first thing she set up was the camper's shower that was the other bag's sole contents, then getting out all she would need to use it after hanging it up on the hook that had been on one side for hanging plants. She took off everything, keeping the cross trainers as they were actually new, then used the entire fifteen gallons for her shower. She knew how to get more fresh water, and after how she had been searched she wanted to get the grime from the male guards off of her. The sun from where it had been laid had gotten it very warm, and she scrubbed herself down and washed her hair twice, wanting to use the soap and shampoo up. She rinsed herself completely, her hair soon drying in the breeze.
After dousing herself liberally with water proof repellant she then got out the clothing and put them on, relishing getting on the boyshorts bikini, the cargo shorts, the blouse that she knotted at her waist, and then pocketed the flash drive after getting it out of the box into the part of the backpack that held the few chilled items. The gel-packs for cooling, once activated as she did by squeezing and shaking them, would keep it cold for her to make the trip. She knew that she would meet up with Evers again, and she had to keep the drive safe. She knew where she could get access to a computer, and as she got the socks on and then the boots she also knew precisely what else she had to do. She put on the combat harness with the holster and the pouch for extra clips, knowing how she would have to be conservative with them. The gun was what she requested, a ZML MAG 95 that accepted a twenty-round clip. She wanted a ambidextrous gun, and the Polish autoloader was one of the best. She had had to be very specific, but then that was the point of the last few years. She had taken it from that old comic, Batman, and had learned as much as she could from whoever would teach her, so she had asked for everything she could need immediately. In addition to the gun and the eight extra clips, the harness had six military class throwing knives, four butterfly knives, thirty shuriken, and thirty sharpened coins. She had to keep herself safe, and those few weapons would have to work for the time being, added the pair of sap gloves she put on and the two pairs of brass knuckles she had where she could get at them. She also had, in addition to two more changes of similar clothing and a first aid kit from the USPF's own infirmary now, a survival knife with a darkened carbon steel blade like the other bladed weapons.
After getting her hair in a ponytail, and putting on the bitching shades she also had, she put everything else back into the backpack, including the trail rations and the pack of MREs. It was not much as far as food went, but when she got into the less rustic places she would see about other things. The small leather zip bag, which was concealed by how it stuck to the side of the bag, also had surprises. She had the pack on and connected to the harness, and she then started walking toward her new home... but only home in a temporary sense if she had her way.
"now.. what are you going to tell your friends, Eh? When they find out a chick like me laid you out??"
Diana was looking down at the man who had tried to get her to give up herself for a ride to the main part of Miami he may or may not have really given her. She didn't play that way, and he also didn't know when to keep his center of gravity where someone couldn't flip him either. She checked the small boat for leaks, and not finding any she checked the small outboard motor. For an idiot, he was careful about keeping his things in order. She knocked him out with a well placed strike, then got the things she needed. She didn't have to ask how he got the water, just took some of his spare solar still gear as well as about ten gallons. She also took some of the jerky he had as well as a few other things, not really wanting to think about what the jerky was. The last thing she needed to do at the moment was think about things she couldn't change. She had to get to Miami, as there were those waiting for her.
The walk had done her good, and she was very glad she had stayed in shape. Miami was not the place to become a "couch potato", as she well knew. She already was getting into her head some of what she had been seeing, and now as she pushed off, she rowed first, as she didn't want the smaller motor to cause issues. She knew that the USPF would search, and even with her going away from the wall, she would get the warnings. She didn't need to have the boat shot out from under her, even if it wasn't her boat. She also took a few items that he had more than enough of. namely a couple of snake bite kits, another first aid kit (most likely salvaged from a downed chopper or patrol boat), old fashioned stick matches (three boxes of the waterproof kind as he had at least a dozen), and three bottles of some really good single malt. She figured he had to have found them somehow, but for now she was pleased to just work with what she had. She soon was using the engine, tooled to be a bit more quiet than it normally would be, and headed for the main part of Miami.