Angel of Justice

Unintentionally Going Live

Angel

Angel pulled up to the guard house at the receiver and stopped. She grabbed the BOL's, her ID and the hi-vis vest before stepping out of her rig and heading to the driver's entrance. She was a day early, but since it was first come first serve for deliveries she assumed it didn't matter.

After receiving her dock assignment, she pulled away from the gate and followed the security guards directions to her dock.

Two hours later she pulled forward from the dock just enough to close the trailer doors and slide the tandems forward to the 40 foot mark. Taking her phone from it's mount she quickly snapped the required photos of the signed BOL's and receipts for the load before sending them to the company. Filing out the load envelope, she stuffed the paperwork inside. With her phone in hand she placed the envelope back in it's usual spot, not realizing her thumb had hit the live button.

Axle

The screen next to his work computer chimed with an alert that one of the YT creators he subscribed to had gone live. Without paying attention, he moved the mouse to that screen and clicked 'watch now'. Not really sure who was going live at two in the afternoon, he glanced at the screen and stared. The image of an envelope with "Driver Name, Truck Number and Driver ID" was on the screen long enough for anyone to read the details before the image jumped around as if the person was moving. Then the familiar sight of Truckin Witch's rig hood and view out her windshield was on screen. Quickly checking the number of viewers, Axle let out a sigh of relief. It was only him and LegalEagle03 online right now.

Her voice came on suddenly, "Alright Cherub, let's head home."

Realizing that she didn't know she was live, Axle began frantically sending comments, trying to prevent her from revealing any more personal information. Hoping that the pinging of incoming comments would alert her.

Angel

Cherub put her paw on her knee as she was driving, getting her attention. "What's the matter girl?" Angel took a quick look down at the dog, who whines and nudged her hand. "Now?" Angel sighed. "We'll be home soon, can't you wait?" the dog whined again louder. "Alright fine we'll head to the truck stop first." Angel sighed. Pulling into the parking area, Angel quickly attached the leash and exited the truck. Walking Cherub over to the grassy area to do her business. Heading back to the truck, like she always did, she gave it a quick scan, making sure there were no issues. "Damn it is that a rock star?" She stepped closer to observe the mark on her windshield.

Not knowing that there were dozens of viewers taking screenshots at that moment. For the first time in three years her many followers and subscribers had a look at the face behind the voice of Truckin Witch.

Axle

He stared at the screen, holding his breath as she walked her dog closer and closer. He, along with the hundreds of other viewers got their first view of her.

Long dark hair in a braid over her shoulder, it's tail reaching her slim waist. Dressed in jeans, tank top, and work boots her figure on display. Her sun kissed skin bared by the tank top displayed a tattoo on her left arm, while hinting at others around her collar bone. The closer she came to the truck, the clearer her facial features became. She was breathtaking. High cheek bones, full mouth, heart shaped face, long slender nose. The hat mostly hid her eyes until she looked right at the camera. "Damn it is that a rock star?" Her voice coming through her microphone jolted Axle from the stupor seeing her had put him in. Her eyes were slightly slanted upward, he couldn't tell for sure what color they were, but he knew they were light. Blue or green was his guess. As she studied the ding in her windshield, almost without thought Axle took a screenshot. Damn this was his step sister?