Forty-Five
Dusk had settled in when a truck approached the main gate at Ward headquarters. Corporal Kaia Phillips left the guard post and confronted the human driver.
‘Bill, what are you doing here? It’s almost dark.’
‘I’m not happy about working late either, but I got a load of food and orders to deliver it pronto.’ He shrugged, briefly glancing her way before reaching up and tapping the work sheet stuffed behind the visor.
Kaia went back to the guard post and checked the clipboard hanging by the door. She returned to the truck. ‘We’re not due for a shipment. There must be some mistake.’
‘Look, I just do what I’m told. Do you want the stuff or not?’ Bill peered at his wristwatch. ‘Night’s about to hit and I’d like to get home before a freak decides to take a chunk out of me.’
‘Sure.
