They’re flirting with me. I say they since they’re so androginous with asymmetrical hair and full body leathers with nothing really standing out. I’m certain that im going to forget their look as soon as they leave with that clearly being the point. Yet still they flirt. Gotta give them props for the confidence.
Sadly I have other priorities, other people who I’ve got to look out for first. A quick throw away line about a girlfriend gets them to back off and slip away on to their bike, zipping away out to the rest of the night.
The nights real work can actually begin. I grab the packages out of the xray as the night guards give the thumbs up and go back to watching screens. Packing them into the little trolley for the mail team I nod to the other desk girl sipping out of the bathroom and walk them back to the mailroom.
Much like a great hungry organism the mail circulates all the things we need to get this building work in the morning. Just as biology tries to make life so efficient it has places that are old and unnecessary now. Slipping between the camera angles I duck into an abandoned office turned storage room. The dust spots over almost every surface save a conference table that has bits of dust cleaned up and food wrappers over flowing from the trash.
Pulling up the trolley to the table I sort through the boxes till I find just the right one. A box from a tech supplier going to a lead server manager. Just the right person as a little smile curls the end of my lips. “Hello James Carver. You’ll be perfect. ” Pulling the box I stashed under the bottom of the trolley weeks ago I slip a pen knife out of my pocket and peel up James Carvers label; slipping in on the blank box. Quick little switch and the corporate espionage begins.
Stashing the packages back in the trolley I continue on to the mail room in the bowels of the building. “Last drop before dawn?” a scrawny voice piped up coming through the double doors. “Yup! Bit of a surprise but night is the time for weird things to show up.” “Of course, can’t have the general public see random brown boxes,” he walks up and starts to unload the trolley, scanning barcodes and typing in labels, passing over the replaced box without even noticing.
“That’s all of them” he double checked the trolley and wheels it back over. “Last coffee cup before you leave?” pointing out to the dregs of a sad coffee mate pot. “Nah, thanks for the offer but I’ve gotta sleep when I get home or I’ll go nuts,” As I grab the handle and back peddle out the doors. One last stop in the bathroom to trash the hidden box under sanitary pads and wet towels. All of it will be gone with the first trash collection at 9.
Bumping the trolley back to its spot “Mail is dropped, check!”. “ Messages cleared, check! One last desk clearing and we’ll be good to get out of here,” its nice that shes spunky even if it grates occasionally there’s a least someone willing to see the bright side in a thankless job. After that it’s just counting down the minutes.
Not long and the guards shifted with the sun rise and we were relieved of our posts by a new set of fresh faced young dolls. With a yawn I pull on my coat, slip my bag over the back, then waltz out the door. Turning to the trams I grab a drink from a vending machine to chug down before the tram rolls up. Crowds disguise people from the world, ideal places to disappear.
Roll of the Dice 