Hell Or High Water (Escape From Tarkov + Arknights)

Chapter IV

Sector 13, Lungmen Industrial Zone
Forecast: Light wind, 6:37 hours

The three started their early shift before the sun even rises where the traffic only consistant of a couple garbage trucks and other trucks from other logistic counterparts every now and then on the visible lanes. Only a couple seconds ago do they arriving at the pick-up point, struggling in the mind of Alex during the ride instead was how was he lying on the bed and everything seens like nothing happened hours earlier, but he knows his memory did not decept him and the dumpling box was in the trash can plus there was a short note. So how the hell did Mostima pulled all of these off without waking him up becomes the question that occupied his thoughts during the ride to KK limited.

"Prepare some tea cakes otherwise even the most facinating stories will go blank, huh..."

"Alex? We're here." Texas said as the two sitting ahead of him opens the door and disembark another SUV that's up-armored similar to a Humvee, with larger space to accomodate more cargo and enough to put some storage cases between the two at the rear. There are four of them already there before it's loaded with cargo from KK, those were the equipment brought to encounter the bandits that might be on the way.

He left and stand back at the SUV while Exusiai and Texas walked over to interact with the KK staff who got something of a thick crocodile like tail, with a little time to mind-numb himself he leans at the vehicle among factory buildings like the ones he had seen before, now thinking of ice cream. Which he thinks of the comparison between the Eastern and Western Blocs where the Eastern ones were not as much flavours as Italian gelato like they had in the West, but still creamy and becomes one of the few good memories he still had in his childhood before everything came crashing. As an American in Moscow post December 1991 the way to purchase was not as difficult aside from the corner stores ran out of stock. One of them, with the exquisitely soft vanilla ran out more frequently than the others, which was his favourite actually. But even when he's lucky enough to get one, he could no longer enjoy it with a smile on his face like when he was a little boy.

Snapping the thought out with a change of thought he started to wonder how would ice creams be like around and eventually comes to whether should he spend some of the other half of the month's salary was given by Emperor as the prepayment on yesterday. After some thinking he decided it's probably better if he'll get it the next month as the two waved him over to start bringing the loads onto the trunk.

Loading the things up, he noticed the trend like before is that other than croissant the two girls that are now with him tend to be able to bring the entire create up without breaking a sweat, guess that's related to their biology and how they managed for all these times. Set the thought away to continue lifting them into the SUV. Which fortunately doesn't take long before they can be on the road to the designation.

Going through the streets between districts were relatively easy as before, with a new music style going off aside from Exusiai's rap, rock'n roll and the other 80s' finest and instead comes Sora's voice through the music player built inside the car. Which according to them the one he was on broke down and it'll be repaired soon.

"So, how did Sora ended up in the company? I mean, you don't see celebreties running around in logistics." The cassette player went silent for a couple seconds with the tape continues to roll, and starts another song from Sora afterwards.

"Well... Come hai fatto a capirlo?...(How did you pick up on that...)" Texas mumbled, "We rescued her during a hostage situation a few years back, and she's been here with us since." She takes a right turn, bringing the vehicle to the bridge that rises to second story height before decend towards a dirt road and an endless view of sand and ruralness, and then to follow the course plotted already at a dirt road leading to the nothingless. Another resemblance, almost. Just in a bad way to Alex, who starts to get a consistant itch going on in him when both arms could swing freely, without the prying eyes of the cops he turned to open the weapon cases they brought besides the cargo.