40: Brice
Brice
When they landed—some pad that was little more than a circle of dusty soil surrounded by abandoned shacks, lit by a handful of flickering grounders—Brice left as soon as Tek opened the hatch. He didn’t look back until the Proteus and the pad were both out of sight.
Pothia was small. A huddle of residentials sat around a dried-up river, a few stores on their periphery. The industrial units were further out, along a poorly-maintained road.
It took Brice half an hour to find Forika Secure Transit. It would’ve taken longer, but he went slow, listened to the noise. Even though it was early hours people were up and about, working night shifts.
Forika was at the end of a side-street, and although the address was listed as the company’s offices the building was a warehouse
