A Temporary Stop [Open] Jan 30, 2019 17:10:04 GMT
Post by Leah Tome on Jan 30, 2019 17:10:04 GMT
The roaring of a motorcycle engine cut out with the turn of a key, and a woman clad in riding gear dismounted, flicked the kickstand out with a nudge of her foot, and pushed the bike forward until it was leaning against the kickstand. Her equipment, helmet, and bike were coated in layers of fine dust, crushed bugs, and drying splatters of mud from the journey here. The rider unclipped the strap beneath her jaw that kept her helmet firmly in place, pulled it off, and she shook out her short mane that had flattened within the safe confinements. It had been an arduous ride here, and she was eager to get her bike and gear cleaned up, some food in her belly, and a stay at a cheap hotel.
Leah had been listening to the radio when she came within range of a signal thanks to a set of earpieces she had installed inside her helmet. The situation in New York was still uncertain what with the blockades and all the mess that came with yet another local apocalypse. The woman disliked this. It meant finding her intended "target" would be much more tedious as people would be on high alert and trigger happy. The wisest course was to wait for things to simmer down some more, offer assistance in cleaning up the city, make connections, and go from there.
In the meantime, she would stay here, freshen up, and review the files the doctor gave her. This presented the opportunity to build her profiles on what information she had available and to further plan on how to go about things. Leah would wait one week for New York to get back on its feet if it did not become a smouldering crater, and if it were not under control by then, she would shift her priorities and return at a later date.
An hour and a half passed, during which time she found a room, showered, donned fresh clothes, and headed out into the city to get something to eat.
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, leaving behind patterns of orange, pink, and red hues. Lights began to flick on along the sidewalks and streets, cars zipped down the road with their headlights on, and the tall buildings stood as bright beacons in this new city. The pollution would drown out the stars. This was one of the aspects of a city that she grew to detest. Stargazing was one of her favorite past times and she would be deprived of this during her stay.
The woman pocketed her hands in her leather jacket and turned a corner. The silver lining was the convenience of already cooked food.