Its a lovely car, frankly I trust her more than i trust anyone else's machinery. I know how she handles, I know how she drives. I have trustworthy friends who can patch her up if she gets wounded.
I'd rather pilot her than any other machine if I knew we had to make a quick escape. Call me sentimental, but she is more than a car to me, especially when it comes to our little "Runs".She is my armour, my weapon and my steed all-in-one
The sat-nav chimed with the new address details and plotted them a route. They made small talk as they cut through the quieter back-streets, taking a shortcut here and there where Jag knew they existed.
It felt good, talking, being an equal, part of a team. It had been too long since Jag had worked alongside people he had a respect for.
The kid was cooky, but the limited work he'd seen him do showed he had great potential. Kachina had a good rep and their paths had crossed before. He had no doubt of her professionalism.
This was not going to be an easy job by any stretch, but in theory, it was doable. He mentally opened up an AR to-do list and compiled a short set of items to do in the morning whilst the lights took forever to come back round to green.
He pulled into a short-stay bay outside the corner shop at Kachina's junction and waved her goodnight.
Jag suspected she probably still had a bit of a walk home but didn't blame her. It was good opsec to keep distance between people and your home address, gave you time to check for tails too. Jag would do the same, taking a circuitous route back home to throw off or at least identify anyone who was a bit too interested.
His lights swept the underground parking bay as he descended the ramp, sending a stray cat scattering. The air was stale, that smell of not-quite-damp, not-quite-petrol that seemed to haunt all underground parking bays.
Retrieving his kit out of the boot, he slumped back in the lift bay and realised just how tired he was. Setting his alarm, he dropped the folding bed down into the middle of the room and set the audio stream to the familiar sounds of the jungle, drifting off into a restful sleep.