Beep, beep beep—
A heavy-duty truck drove into the storage center, honking in advance, and as it turned into the inner road, a municipal emblem appeared on its exterior.
John stood in the spotlight of his motorcycle lamp, hands in his work jacket, admiring the big guy in front of him.
It looked like a short and stout cube, with tall tires, and even in standby mode, you could feel the surging power. It was a model specifically for towing heavy trucks.
Six burly men descended from the driver's seat and beside the boom.
They skillfully took out baseball caps and gas masks to avoid being captured by potential surveillance cameras, the shadows of the hat brims especially pronounced under the car lights, and their amber eyes continuously flickered with streams of data.
"Are you John? Hey, Raphael sends his regards."
The leading driver shook hands with him.
John knew at once it was a powerful prosthesis.
