"I've heard you guys have been under siege in the city, supplies cut off for a while now. Don't end up dead by the roadside."
John tossed the funds card to the other party.
The small leader raised his neck, his artificial eye flickering. After verifying the funds were correct, he patted the car door. The exiles around him whistled lewdly, seemingly pondering where to have fun tonight.
[Mission Objective Updated]
[Deliver the cargo to the old bridge tunnel in the West District. (Not Accomplished)]
John pulled up the virtual net and set the Silver Rider into autopilot return mode.
Eisenberg's sports car roared away, drawing the attention of the stationed sentries, their gaze suggesting he was a rich fellow.
Only the squad leader looked sideways in contemplation.
In front of John was a Calormen Company's cargo van.
This model was the cheapest and newest on the company production line; many small courier companies that still hired live drivers used it for deliveries.
