"Damn, where'd you get this treasure from? See over there, those Calormen and modified pickups, that's what everyone else is driving. And you come rolling in with a U70 for your supplies, that's badass!"
Talia drove the Desert Walker into the building's shadow.
The cool air from the cold storage echoed between the towering structures, mingling with the sounds of equipment horns, workers and customers bickering, and the relentless hum of industrial engines.
Gerry and Maya were in charge of coordinating the supplies.
Each piece of raw material was loaded into gray sealed boxes, transported via freight elevators and lifting equipment to the transfer area, then sequentially loaded by robotic arms and forklifts onto vehicles on the circular internal road.
Dealers, mercenaries, wanderers, farm workers...
