He sat in the passenger side of the car, cleaning the pistol. This job had become so familiar that it was almost second nature. Safety on, unloaded, point the barrel at the floor. He did it all without thinking. The seats of the regular, old car were uncomfortable compared to the FlightCars he was used to, but they couldn't attract attention now. He had nothing in particular going on until Wednesday, which would be the first mission in two weeks. Things really were coming together nicely. So nicely, in fact, that days on the job were tedious. He hoped the next task wouldn't get ugly. He was worn out as is, and he hadn't even been to the gym recently. Just a couple days of driving, and a couple days back. Maybe he was just restless. He checked everything again. Sedatives were in the trunk, he knew. He'd checked those four times already. Some over-the-counter drugs for him and Sergio on sleep shifts. Food. A lot of food. Unit cards were in the compartment of course. Water. So far, everything was in order.
"Hey," Sergio called, climbing into the driver's side. "What's up?"
He shrugged at his partner. "Feeling anxious I guess."
"We're getting paid, don't worry."
As long as we meet the mark, I don't care what I get from it," he mumbled.
"Well, look on the bright side. That database proves a hot one." Sergio wriggled his eyebrows.
"Dude, she's a kid," he glared.
"A world with no laws? No governments? For now, who cares? Yeah sure once we settle this, everything will get back to normal, but a little fun won't hurt."
"You're sick, man."
"Not as sick as someone willing to die for a handful of cash, whether it brings the end of the world or not."
"Isn't that why you joined this team?" he quizzed.
"No." Sergio's voice softened suddenly. "I got a kid to support. I just want to see her succeed in life. She can't do that in this chaotic world. I'm fighting to bring back order."
He thought about it. He really was in it for the money, he suspected. Surviving the second Fall came next. After that, he didn't care.
"Lighten up," Sergio teased. He was one to talk.
He sniffed back, "Whatever."
Sergio sighed in false pity. "Ah, Grant Hansen. The only man alive without a sense of humor, emotion, or manly hormones."
With that, Sergio hit the gas.
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