L'ARRIVÉE
Mart Chris stepped out of the -door-. He was now engulfed in the crowd of departure and arrival in the waiting point for the megaroute. He let himself get drag between all the people. He took a deep breath sensing all the different perfumes of this place sensing all the stress, joy, sadness and all other flagrances that were build up by the crowd.
He didn't know where to go and he didn't care, his booted feets led him to a less crowded area, some sort of Alley where trashbin and smokers cohabited to get some air in the middle of the smoke they produced.
"Mart?"
The voice was coming from behind but even after turning himself he didn't see who was calling him.
"Plus bas grande perche!"
He finally looked down to a frail looking teenager.
"Putain! J'attends depuis trois jours, heureusement que ton contrat dit que tu es le meilleur à ton prix mais quand même!"
Mart wasn't able to understand any word what looked more like a goblin with a really bad case of acne than a man. He simply stared down at him, waiting.
"... C'est pas en me faisant un regard de tueur qu'on va avancer! Au lieu de faire ton mystérieux suis moi, on a du pain sur la planche."
The small guy pulled out a primitive looking tablet. Mart could see at first glance that it was either a strange pseudo-brand or that he made it himself. Seeing him pulling out an actual BIC pen to fidget it made him believe it was the latter. What looked like a contract appeared on the screen, he reconised his name writed in their alphabet and a picture of himself on the top left. The pic seemed taken in a photoshoot his brown skin slighty reflecting the flash, his eyes red due to the old gen of the camera. His long curled hair resting behind his ears to let his face visible his thin lips absolutely straight over his little chin.
He looked like he was about to kill himself out of boredom on this one. Sadly, it is his resting face.
A flash blind him for a second as the tablet proceeded to indentify him before approving with a joyous bip.
"Bon, on bouge! Marcel ne va pas nous attendre indéfiniment." Said the teen that Mart chose to now call, the goblin.
The little guy started walking away and as he got nothing better to do, Mart followed.
No word were uttered during their walk. The traveler didn't mind, it's not like he was able to make a good conversation anyway. He used this time to observe the differents super-hangars of this place. Each had a different color-pallet and vibe. He couldn't understand any word writed on the buildings but still looked at each one of them.
"Première fois a Neo-Nice hein? Prends pas la peine de t'attacher, on repart aussi sec!"
They finally arrived to an old hangar wich logo and color was reminiscent of the old american advertising. Mart didn't know it at the instant but it was important to note it.
Entering it without even knocking they arrived to what could be describe as a gigantic, armored, boosted up and quite possibly armed volkswagen combi. The old blue and white paint had clearly seen better days and was missing part due to what looked like bullet impact.
A big face popped out of one of the several windows. A white man with a face that can can at best be qualified as an english bulldog glared with angry eyes the duo.
"Hé bien tu auras pris ton putain de temps espèce de bâtards on ne t'aurait pas vendu comme un génie de la mécanique d'urgences, on serait clairement parti sans toi!" Barked the man, seemingly true to his appearance.
He came back in his vehicle. The goblin ran up to a mechanised wheelchair and put it before one of the many doors, only for the one just next to it to open, forcing him to push it again.
Mart could now clearly see the old man. He was clearly overweight with big flacid arms but what standed out the most was the absence of legs or even waist for that matter. His belly hide most of it but the mechanical implant mostly constitue of connectables was put on a mechanised arm who gently put him in his wheelchair which immediately emitted a light buzz sound.
"Bonjour quand-même, moi, c'est Marcel et le gremlims qui t'a amené, c'est Ramid. Ravi de te rencontrer!" Said loudly the man extending one of his greasy hand for a handshake.
Mart shook the hand that was gave to him and discreetly swiped it on his clothes after.
"Bon, perdons pas de temps, je vais te présenter l'équipage!" Said the man riding away.
END CHAPTER ONE
