Indy arrived at the docks, with her rental truck full of supplies for the trip north. They were headed for a quick tour of New England and Canada then they were headed west, for Las Vegas and San Francisco.
Why the captain insisted on sending her to pick up the supplies when the task should have gone to the quartermaster and the cook alone. Instead she was sent with them, even though she was convinced they didn’t need any protection. New York City was not a third world country, ripe with impoverished peoples that would run the truck down and steal its contents and murder its occupants.
Several of the slaves emerged from the loading bay doors of the ship to help unload the truck. Ajay was close behind them, holding a small device with several buttons. The buttons, when pressed, sent a wave of intense pain through the slaves, via a small chip implanted in the back of the neck. This was supposed to keep them in line, and behaving. Indy, however, hated the idea of implanting chips into people, and much preferred direct contact to punish those behaving badly. That made the slaves more afraid of her, and it was very effective in getting them to accomplish the tasks at hand. And if it got the slaves working, the captain didn’t care.
Out of the corner of her eye, Indy spotted a small, young girl approaching the pier. She was dressed poorly, a heavy trench coat covering her from neck to toe. Indy rolled her eyes. They didn’t give handouts, she could get a job like everyone else with money.
