Early the next morning, I park my car several blocks away from the station and walk the rest of the way to meet up with Reagan at the loading dock. I can’t risk Alan or any of the other station staff seeing my car nearby. Alan wouldn’t be happy if he found out that I needed to “borrow” some of the station’s equipment. By the time I get to the loading dock, Reagan is already there and just about has everything loaded in the van.
“Do you need any help loading?” I ask quietly as I approach Reagan from behind.
“Jesus! You scared the shit out of me.” Reagan exclaims in a quiet, yet startled manner as she clutches her chest.
“No, we should be good. I grabbed a bunch of the older equipment that Alan hasn’t wanted us to use in awhile. Still works perfectly fine. They won’t even know it’s gone.” Reagan explains.
“Good idea.” I compliment Reagan’s thoughtful decision. She also made sure to use one of the older vans as well. Not one of the new trucks out of the fleet that Alan had purchased during his recent purge of capital money in hopes of modernizing the station’s image in the community.
“Well, we should probably get moving. I guess this place is pretty far out on route 13. It’ll take us a couple of hours to get there.
