14: Provisions
“We get these from time to time. Scutters half-drowned not willing to cough up the Script for a simple ride. Half the time we scrape them off the side of the train.”~ Jack Natcher, loyal guard to the King
"So they gave you a week to come to Jesus, huh?" The two of them sat above the train tracks underneath Davey's bridge-house, which was now stretched between two looming apartment flats higher up in the city. Although ever since Frank had gone without script for the morning, those houses were starting to look more and more verdant.
"'The royalty is not blind to my plight'" Frank mimicked.
"Heavy. What are ya plannin' to do?"
"Not sure yet really. Probably be offshore when the week's up."
"That'll work for a while, sure. But outside the city you can get hungry again."
