I’m sitting next to Jason in his ride while the crew were in the back of the truck. Rain and Tomahawk were talking shit and complaining about the company getting tired of us while groping each other.
Swan was the only one quiet. He was looking through his old detapad. I could see him reading old messages and getting up to date on previous missions sense they retired his genetic activation code in the lab and put his body on ice.
Swan glanced up at me. “Why did you change your name?” He asked not in a condescending asshole way.
“I didn’t. They upgraded me to much so Mercy didn’t fit who I am now. So I became Angel.” I said.
Swan grimanced. “Sorry.” He said and meant it. He was like that some times. The silent stoic of our group.
I shook my head. “No need to be. I got a nice pair of tits out of the deal and I’m riding Jason’s dick later.”
Tomahawk hollered with laughter dramaticly. Rain glared at my profile. Jason was silent. Swan grinned.
“Where are we going?” He asked.
I looked at Jason. He was staring at the road.
“Central Parklands. The corporations agents are all having a meeting about the government’s plans for a bid on contract. We’re not in the auction though for the bid. We’re on inteligence gathering on possible big targets.”
Swan snorted. “The fuck are you talking about?”
“We’re scoping out the competition for warrior contracts for the gov. We need to know our enemy and knock down a few strong contenders.” I explained.
Swan smiled. “Sounds like fun.”
Jason nodded. “It is that but we have to get there on time when everybody is accounted for at the meeting.”
Swan nodded. “Pick up some speed Big brother. It’s midnight ain’t a soul on the road but Jackels and hockers. Nobody will say a word if you knock off a Jackel or two.”
Jason nodded and gave his truck some gas.