Beyond the borders of the Sixth District.
Victor instantly felt the temperature plunge again. He sat in the truck bed, wrapped in three or four army greatcoats, lifted the wind-blocking cotton curtain, poked his head out, scanned. “f**k—this gotta be minus twenty-plus?”
“Yeah—about.” Julian rubbed his palms now and then, soft reply. “Don’t just sit—move around, rub body.”
“Hey—when you came, truck too?” Victor casual ask.
“Part truck—rest walk.”
“…Real f**k warrior.” Victor speechless.
Truck along ice snow road drove about five hours—stopped small garrison supply station. Then two dismounted pay, took near-scrap gas off-road again road. Here environment extreme bad—pure electric or hybrid cars stability poor, no adapt this temperature long haul.
Gas off-road Elliot relation arranged
