Post by wastelandwheelman on Dec 24, 2009 0:03:48 GMT -5
The gray afternoon sky was calm through the tinted windshield of Cyrus's older hover car. The Council super-sport was back at his warehouse along with a fleet of hover vehicles, stock, super tuned, even a few Angel vehicles he happened to snag during hectic events ten years ago.
The red-orange Cyclone SS slowed to a stop outside a small shop. Amy’s Apothecary. The albino wolf looked out at the shop. It had been a long time since he had been here, but it was a good place to get what he needed. Cyrus shut down the vehicle and got out, locking the door behind him.
The old shop hadn’t changed a bit, except for the new employee behind the counter… sleeping. The albino furrowed a brow as he approached the greasy dark feline. Strange, he figured Amy’s son would take over the shop, but a lot could have happened in the time he was gone. He gave a sharp, short whistle to wake the cat.
The red-orange Cyclone SS slowed to a stop outside a small shop. Amy’s Apothecary. The albino wolf looked out at the shop. It had been a long time since he had been here, but it was a good place to get what he needed. Cyrus shut down the vehicle and got out, locking the door behind him.
The old shop hadn’t changed a bit, except for the new employee behind the counter… sleeping. The albino furrowed a brow as he approached the greasy dark feline. Strange, he figured Amy’s son would take over the shop, but a lot could have happened in the time he was gone. He gave a sharp, short whistle to wake the cat.