![]() ![]() As she entered the calculations into a separate datapad, losing herself in the betterment of her business, Higgs realized this was his chance. Any reduction in delivery time was a win. Maybe twenty minutes.”įragile hummed in approval. It’s a pain in the ass-rocky and overgrown-but no BTs. Pointing with his pen, Higgs traced out a mountain passageway through the three-dimensional projection, “We used to go through here every once in a while. Whether or not that bravery was foolish, he had yet to learn. ![]() Fragile didn’t shy away, and that said something about her bravery. Getting in another’s space revealed a lot about them. He had no qualms over saddling right up right next to her, their shoulders pressed together. ![]() Higgs rolled his chair over to the holograph drafting table where she was working. I don’t know where else to cut corners and still keep the porters safe.” “Well, let me know if you crash into any ideas about these routes. “My apologies,” Higgs shook his head and graced her with his most charming smile, “Sometimes I feel like my brain gallops this way and that and I’m just along for the ride.” “Is everything alright?” Fragile interrupted, “You’re staring.” Sure, they were knotting the world through cargo, but could that grid be stretched further? Net-in the corners of civilization? Without access, he’d never know. Knit the broken fabric of humanity back together. Higgs pondered the possibilities a link to The Beach could bring, how it could connect them. What marvels had she seen? How could she just sit there, scrolling through maps, when she had experienced The Beach? The Beach. She was lost in her problem-solving with her pretty brow slanted in concentration, the green glow of the three-dimensional landscape reflecting off her delicate features as she scrutinized its geography. ![]() Higgs watched her as she mapped out new routes for their outfit. She’d blip in-and-out like a flashbulb, the scent of sea-salt always trailing close behind, so pungent it taunted him with its taste. On top of accompanying premium shipments through hazardous trails dense with BTs, he often caught her jumping throughout the facility when she was in a hurry. Fragile wasn’t one to show off, but neither did she attempt to hide her extensive DOOMS. It gave him a front-row seat to his new partner’s abilities. merged, they opted to share the office located in Fragile Express’s central hub. Space was limited in the compact cities, so when Fragile Express and Western Courier Co. Terrorists ought to treat them with proper respect.The rapid succession of the pen nib contracting and retracting kept in time with Higgs’ thoughts. My daddy showed me that corpses are precious, powerful things. Just like when I dumped that prepper’s body. First time I ever sensed a BT was when I held him, moments before he went necro. He was only trying to protect me from the evils of the outside world. But that’s love, isn’t it? His way of looking after an orphan child he raised as his own. Tried to run a few times, but he’d just drag me back inside, kicking and screaming, where he’d put those heavy hands of his to work and remind me what’d happen if I disrespected his authority. “Better down in the hole than out there under their thumb.” Yeah, he was a real saint, my daddy. That’s why we took to living in a shelter. Said America never did nothing for nobody. They ask what’s it all for in a post-Stranding world, when today’s triumph is tomorrow’s crater.ĭaddy used to spout the same tired lines. That the old guard wants to put them in chains, make the individual subservient to the collective. Terrorists, separatists, isolationists- all these folks claim “America” is coming for their freedom. Word is Demens heard that Bridges was sending an expeditionary force out west to “facilitate the reconstruction of America”, or some such. They dumped a corpse nearby and let it go necro, dropping BTs right in people’s laps. Higgs’ Monaghan Journal #6 | Year - UNKNOWNĪ Bridges waystation out west just got taken out by terrorists. ![]()
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