Chapter Forty-Seven. Uncivilized.
Roma sighed as she alighted the aircraft. It had been a long 17-hour journey from America, over to Amsterdam, then connecting flight to Barcelona. Her limbs ached from being sat in coach the whole journey. However, she had been told to go back to the shifter bar, to connect with Mario, and gather intel on where the asset had been moved to. But, what she hadn’t been given was money to complete her task, so she was booking her travel from her meager savings she had amassed whilst working for the Costa Lobo. They didn’t get paid much, little more than a hundred dollars per week. However, food and shelter was taken care of, so if she was frugal with her ‘wages’ if she could call them that, she could put money aside for a rainy day. Or, a day when she could b
