The offer

A metallic crackle, then a voice boomed out over loudspeakers on the vehicle. “State your needs. And your offer.”

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

“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.”