10.THE RIDE WAS uncomfortable. Not only was it dark and reeking of fish, but the size of the vehicle made every bump on the road feel like a crater while the bins and containers squeaked and rattled constantly. Black sat quietly, bringing forth a map of the area in his mind, monitoring every stop and turn the truck made to track his location. It wasn’t long before the bumps from the road softened and the noise from the storage containers died down. This didn’t come as a surprise to Black because in his mind he had already approximated where the truck would be. I-80 East.
The drive was smooth for another twenty-five minutes before the truck slowed down, bouncing and swaying at a right turn. For a few moments the ride once again became bumpy and noisy. Black could hear a faint whirring soun
