fact, she reasoned, he would probably end up welcoming a more relaxing day without having her yell back and forth with him.
“Dropping down to level four,” Kayla announced over her headset. The cable lowered her back down into the ruins in Sector 12. Once her feet touched the floor, she pressed the button to signal she’d stopped her descent. Kayla unhooked the harness and looked around the room again.
This is where I belong . Most other ruin rats might look at scavenging as a way to survive, but there was something eerily calming about being in the ruins. Walking through rooms forever frozen in time allowed her a glimpse of another world. She could almost get lost in other people’s memories.
She smiled to herself as she moved through the old bedroom and spotted the empty jewelry box she’d thrown in the corner. She picked it up and stuffed it into her bag. It probably wasn’t worth much, but it had been preserved fairly well.
Making her way across the room, she climbed over a partially collapsed wall separating the bedroom from the hallway. She worked her way through the hall, careful to check the stability of the ground before each step to avoid another collapse.
She came to a large hole in another wall, which appeared to lead to another bedroom. This room was remarkably well preserved and appeared to have belonged to a child. Kayla began sorting through debris looking for any salvageable items.
She moved to the other side of the room and discovered what looked like an old toy chest in the corner. She grinned and knelt down on the ground. It might not look like much from the outside, but sometimes the contents were in decent shape.
Kayla pried open the rusted lid and discovered a few old-fashioned toys inside. One looked like some sort of worn plastic music player. She put it in her pack and picked up a ceramic doll wearing a long faded red dress. It was in better condition than she expected. She added the doll to her pack as well.
The rest of the items looked like trash. She doubted they would bring in many credits, but she made a mental note in case she ever wanted to come back.
“Kayla,” Veridian’s voice called over her headset. “We’ve got a problem. I’ve got three riders on approach. It looks like Carl again.”
“Shit. That guy is seriously becoming a pain in my ass. It can’t be a coincidence that he knew we’d be here today. How long do I have?”
“Not long. But if you get up here now we might be okay.”
Kayla dashed to the harness, strapped herself in, and hit the button for the cable to lift her to the surface. “Disengage the UV Guard and get the hell out of here, V. I’ll grab the cabling device. I’ll meet you where we discussed.”
“On it,” he replied.
By the time she climbed out of the hole, Veridian was already driving away. She grabbed the cabling device and attached it to her bike. Glancing up, she saw three bikes approaching in the distance. She leaped on to her speeder and fired up the engine.
With a grin, she pulled back on the throttle and took off. She sped over the landscape with the three bikes following behind her.
She leaned forward as she pulled back on the thrust lever. The bike engine roared and shot forward at near breakneck speed. Let’s see how well you can ride, Carl.
Kayla crouched low on her bike. The wind rushed around her as she pushed the bike to its limits. Angling into a turn, she shifted herself slightly toward the edge of the seat and brought the bike nearly to the ground before pulling out of the turn. She glanced into her mirror and saw she’d left the other bikes far behind.
Kayla continued driving for another ten minutes until she was sure she’d lost them. She and Veridian had designated meeting locations for those times they needed to outrun traders and their crew. She turned her bike around and went the long way back toward Sector 3, one of the few cleared sectors, making sure not to cross Carl’s path.
When she arrived,
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