City OF Sercutity
#1 of City Of Sercurity
Tristan Edward Collins
The trees flew by the window creating a jagged green wall separating the bus from world as it sped down the highway with only one purpose getting people in and out of Universal Resources highly secure city. I was going in fresh new and soon to be just another number among many. I was hired with the sole purpose to fix because that's what I choose to do with my life many became writers and painters and drawers that's how they created their art I decided to create mine with metal and my pieces were never complete until they moved flawlessly till every gear and bearing moved so smoothly the engine, wheels or bolt of the rifle I was working on moved so effortlessly I could call it perfect that's why I was hired.
You get a package after you're hired as a level D mechanic I got coveralls a small toolbox, ID card, a ticket, and a tablet with endless torque specifications and instructions ranging from tanks to generators from things that went boom to things that just spun round and round till the boss was happy. After you pack your stuff into the required size of bag you go to the bus terminal where you hear numerous times to mark your bag with the proper tag, proper name, and proper destination until you get on that black bus the only colour on it is the silver blocky letters UR that has been patented as universal resources logo.
You get on the bus reeking of oil, sweat, blood, gas, and dust at which point you are required to wear your assigned clothing and ID card which for the first hour and a half everyone sits there fingering , touching and reading till the object is no longer foreign but just another extension of yourself. Mine just simply said 14485 Tristan Edward Collins Class D Mechanic with a barcode. Class D meaning you were the new joke a toy that will endlessly be moved around until they find the right place for you were you get your Class C with attached assignment from weapons mechanic to heavy duty equipment I personally didn't care as long as I had metal to fix.
The bus began to slow down as giant lights could be spotted illuminating the ever magnificent tower of the UR a giant metal monster resembling the point of a sword stuck out of the ground surrounded by the lights and shining metal of buildings encircling it. It's quite fitting that their most precious monument resembles the meaning of war after all they were just an over-dignified security bureau. They cut their way to the top by literally destroying its competitors until it was world-wide and undeniable one of the most if not the top power in the world when it came to anything revolving around oil to water with everything in-between. A company made by furs for furs, a company of steel and gunpowder with a stranglehold on the world's economy.
The gates in front of the bus screeched open as the razor wire encrusted metal pushed aside. the first thing you notice is the spotlights watching as you come in then black, black uniforms, black guns, black banners. I stumbled of the bus grabbing my duffle bag and was ushered forward as the guards watched from scaffolding above us. I watched the guards as I was pushed from security checkpoint to checkpoint as we were scanned, checked and questioned. In a sea of black and metallic i found beauty in the form of none other than a high ranking furry security officer. she was continually watching those red eyes flicking from one to another of the new "meat" all I wanted was those eyes to land and hold with mine but they didn't they just brushed over me like a feather and went to the next in line. Her hair sensually blue as it cascaded from her white blue tipped ears to her jacket that was open embroidered on the shoulder with the good old UR covered shoulders.
Her white pressed fur was covered shorts that were ripped and torn half way up her perfect white thighs barely showing the first hint of her tattoo that curved and whispered its way up to her neck on the left side of her body the tattoo branching of in beautiful arcs and curves to pointed tips that were beautiful and deadly it was like the tattoo was not something put on her like an afterthought of creation but a part of her from birth that was covered by the black shorts and tank top. Knee-high boots with red laces pulled tight were impatiently tapping as she took a beeper off the loose spiked belt above the holster strapped to her thigh. She turned abruptly and began to walk throwing her rifle carelessly over her shoulder hips swaying with her blue tipped tail down the catwalk as she pulled the zipper up her open jacket and went through a door and like that the only beauty and colour in the staging area was gone leaving many questions unanswered. What's her name? Species? Likes? Interests? And did she even notice me or was I just another mechanic in a world of more?