[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Fair Trade ((Bladewing, Blue))
Oct 3, 2021 16:00:47 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Oct 3, 2021 16:00:47 GMT -5
"I'm not one to question why or how people make their money," Butch said. "The client thought there was enough value in this place to have it scrubbed down. That's good enough for me."
Hopping out of the car with a delicate step, Butch looked around before glancing back at Blade. She walked over to the window and handed the driver their fee. Once their driver thanked Butch and was off, Butch said, "The guys are probably all inside by now. There's four of us in total. We've got a Mexican guy, Jesús, who has a buzzcut and small beard. He's a little on the short and stocky side. Then there's Bridget, who's about as tall as me and has brown hair in a ponytail. Finally we've got Kaspar, who's German and as pale as milk. Albino, actually. Don't point it out to him - it bugs him when you do that."
The woman made a beeline for the white RV-lookalike. "Over here's the shower truck," she called back to Blade. "After every job, we hop in and wash off. It's where we clean up and get into our gear before work, too. You can use it after we're done, but you won't be handling any biohazards today. That's our job."
Butch knocked on the back end of the vehicle. She waited a few moments, looking up at the truck's double doors. Pulling open the way in, the hinges of the shower truck creaking loudly, Butch stepped on the bumper. "Go get started on whatever pile's beside the garbage truck!" she called out. "There should be some furniture or boxes around or behind it left for you!"
With that, Butch pulled the doors closed with a loud clunk, the sound bordering on a slam. Blade was left with his thoughts and the soft, lonely howl of a desert breeze. A tumbleweed bounced across the sand, crackling when it hit the half-covered pavement.
Hopping out of the car with a delicate step, Butch looked around before glancing back at Blade. She walked over to the window and handed the driver their fee. Once their driver thanked Butch and was off, Butch said, "The guys are probably all inside by now. There's four of us in total. We've got a Mexican guy, Jesús, who has a buzzcut and small beard. He's a little on the short and stocky side. Then there's Bridget, who's about as tall as me and has brown hair in a ponytail. Finally we've got Kaspar, who's German and as pale as milk. Albino, actually. Don't point it out to him - it bugs him when you do that."
The woman made a beeline for the white RV-lookalike. "Over here's the shower truck," she called back to Blade. "After every job, we hop in and wash off. It's where we clean up and get into our gear before work, too. You can use it after we're done, but you won't be handling any biohazards today. That's our job."
Butch knocked on the back end of the vehicle. She waited a few moments, looking up at the truck's double doors. Pulling open the way in, the hinges of the shower truck creaking loudly, Butch stepped on the bumper. "Go get started on whatever pile's beside the garbage truck!" she called out. "There should be some furniture or boxes around or behind it left for you!"
With that, Butch pulled the doors closed with a loud clunk, the sound bordering on a slam. Blade was left with his thoughts and the soft, lonely howl of a desert breeze. A tumbleweed bounced across the sand, crackling when it hit the half-covered pavement.