The offer

A metallic crackle, then my voice boomed out over the empty road. “State your needs. And your offer.”

She flinched at the noise but didn’t retreat. Her eyes traveled up the armored plating to the dark slit of the windshield, her throat working as she swallowed. When she spoke, her voice was low but clear, carrying over the engine's idle rumble.

“My name is Mira. These are Lena and Rina.” A slight gesture behind her. “We need passage, food, protection. In return... you get me. My labor. My service. My body. Whatever you require to keep them safe. Use me as you see fit—just get them out of here alive.”