Right, the time. Close to curfew. Had to down this glass fast and hitch a ride on the Terminals. Didn’t want to explain myself to any Sector goons. Not that they’d listen anyway. I was marked for certain after that… Oh whatever.
I emptied the glass in one go and motioned for another.
“Sure thing, running late?”
“You know me Boss, I don’t like travelling without the sun overhead.”
He nodded before passing off another drink my way. “Though it’s a shame the smog hides it away these days. Can barely make out its shape.”
“Been that way for years Boss.” More than years. Forever. Since anyone could remember.
“Oh believe me,” he said, pointing to himself. “I know.”
It’s how he got the mask. Loves to talk about it. Always adding more to it, till he’s one big hunk of metal. Oh well, I poured the rest of the rusty shit down my throat and headed out.
“I’d love to chat more about it,” I said, “but the sun sets fast this time of year…”