Jun 26, 2006 01:39
Slack is freezing as she slips into the top of the hatch of Dead Reckoning, still dressed in her work garb -- for her other job, the one that isn't driving the truck or manning the turret, that job -- and thus really cold.
Because this is Prince Edward Island, where it tends to be cold.
Colder, since a lot of the settlement has no power. Or air treatment. Or shelter.
"'nybody home?" she asks, grabbing a granola bar off Prettyboy's dashboard and collapsing into a cushy chair by the fridge.