Array of plastic tables indoors on first floor, light streaming in through the windows. Lynae is there, many others Dara too. We’re all waiting for something in enforced silence while outside a dense, tall city bustles.
Lynae and I are looking for a suitable oil truck to make deliveries on a small island in the central valley delta. In a steep, small dirt harbor we check out out a poorly maintained rustbucket with catwalks, the tanker alone costing our total $1500 budget. Chicken steams in on the Relentless and tells us we need to buy it and get started already. I expect we’ll get stuck working on the island, but consider that we’ll be the first to settle the area — we’ll be pushing the edge of civilization.