From behind the register a man pointed a gun at Anya. He appeared to be her age. He had short blonde hair inside a bandana, he wore shaded goggles and was dressed like a rouge; baggy trousers, a multi-pouch belt, a thick black vest and a pair of dusty shoes, one of which was lacking laces. The lack of a shirt meant that Anya could see a good deal of the man's torso, which was lean but strong-looking.
“What are you doing here?” He said. “This is my place to salvage.”
Anya held her sword. “Sorry but I was just passing though. Who are you?”
“Just call me Sid.” He said. “I usually salvage anything in ruins and sell them to human settlements. I was just watching you pump that gas into your bike. I don’t think that I should just let you walk away with it. It'll cost too much to me. You can either give it back, trade me something for it or I can just shoot you dead. Your call.” |