Poly — Track 6x [patched]

"Lyle sold you out," she said. "That coolant isn't going to be recycled. It's going to be evidence. You're the patsy, driver. You're the one they'll pin for illegal disposal of—" she glanced at the slate, "—class-four biocontaminants. Not coolant. Never was coolant."

I liked it for exactly those reasons.

Then I saw the figure.

I braked. The Junker Jane hissed to a stop twenty feet short of her. The coolant tanks sloshed gently in the back. poly track 6x

She walked to my window. I rolled it down a crack. "Lyle sold you out," she said

I made a choice. "Get in."

"Who's asking?"