Re: Cyber Rider
Johnson hated downtime. Between the constant stream of information pumping into his brain and the constant stream of adrenaline pumping into his blood, standing still made him feel *jangly*. He needed to be doing something. It had literally been only two minutes since his last delivery. He'd only had to kill three people to get through on that one. Light day. Light days didn't happen in NeOmaha. His left foot twitched. Where was that next assignment?
Every so often, he wondered what it'd be like to just stand in an alley and enjoy the rain, like the two souls over there. He hoped for their sake that the alley wasn't going to be on his next route.
Assignment received. That was more like it. Time to saddle up and see who needed something to absolutely, positively get there.