During the next week she continued to race her way across the country, using just enough of the prize money to get a roof over her head, food in her belly, & gas in her tank. Sadly every time she managed to get online he was no where to be seen and she was about to begin a new job. Pulling into the lot of a higher scale hotel then she had been in for quite sometime she parked her bike, grabbing her things she headed inside to get checked in so she could get cleaned up before meeting with her new boss.
About an hour later she was ready, calling the front desk she asked if Mr. Johnson had checked in yet. She was informed that he had not so she left a message for him to let him know she was already there along with her room number. It was another hour before the room phone rang. Reaching over she answered.
"Hello?...Yes...Good I'll be right there sir." Hanging up she grabbed her key slipping it into the front pocket of her blue jeans she heads out. Heading just down the hall reaching the room number she was given she knocks. It is opened by an older gentleman with faintly graying short hair who slowly lifts his head to look up at her.
"Your Katherine?" His voice held a hint of shock.
"Yes, You Mr. Johnson I take it?"
There was a faint pause while he had to shake his eye from hers. "Yes come on in."
She walked in standing as she waited.
"If you don't mind, please take a seat." She tried not to laugh. "What is funny?"
"Does my height bother you sir?"
"Just was not expecting it, most the ladies the company hire are well...smaller, good for running errands & be good to look at for some the guys, no offence. You...well, um look like you got some muscle to you."
"Thanks & no offence taken bout what you said. You're right though I don't mind a hard days work."
"Good head down to the arena & watch the guys setting up. Give you a clue of what you will be doing. Here is the address & your pass." He handed her a small package.
"No problem sir thanks." She smiled as she took the package.
"You're welcomed, by the way call me James, save the sirs for the big bosses."
"Ok." Shaking his hand she headed out of his room & right for the parking lot.
Reaching the arena she pulled around back to where the production trucks where. That is when she looked the packet over, glad when she saw there was a note about the transportation of her bike. Getting off she removed the helmet, hooking it on the handlebars she placed the workers pass around her neck & headed inside. Talking to the guard a minute she began walking around to try to get the feel of this lay out. She knew she was getting a few looks as she walked by. Reaching the front she looked up towards the roof of the large arena. She was lost in thought when someone yelled.
"HEY...YOU...GIRLIE." girlie? She turned her head to look seeing this man a bit on the plump side with short balding black hair, his eyes faintly inset. "Yes you...what you doing here?"
"I'm the new staffer."
"You mean one of those prancy things that try to pass themselves as a wrestler."
"Um...no...I'm a bit of an all around...rigger, gopher, runner, whatever."
"Hmm I see got a name?"
"Katherine...Katherine Delacroix."
"I see so you a new rig hmm...can ya climb."
"Yes sir."
"And ya run?"
"Yes."
"Crawl & Don't mind getting dirty?"
"Well my frame make it a bit hard to crawl, but as for getting messy? Not at all...that what showers & washing machines are for."
"Good glad to hear it, if you have any questions just ask."
"Actually...where can I find Daniels?"
"What you want with the transport guy?"
"I need to report to him about something. My ride."
"Well most people travel together & get rentals...I don't think they will transport a car for a staffer, they hardly will do it for the stars."
"If you must know tis my bike & I go no where without it, I already have the ok from HQ, I just need to report to him."
"Bike hmm?" he smiles "You should meet Mark when you get a chance, he is also big into bikes, even part of his current character. Just warn you, he either hates you or tries to prank you." Stopping he looks at her a faint shake of his head. "You don't know him do ya?"
She thinks for a few minutes, closing her eyes a faint memory of a man taking off on a bike many years ago...the name seemed familiar. She then shook her head opening her eyes. "No why?"
"Nothing, it's just...never mind."
"What?"
"Just a look I guess."
"A look?"
"Yea the coloring I guess..." A younger gentleman came up whispering to the older guy. "Oh sorry got to tend to this...maybe later. Oh you can find Daniels either in the transport trailer or Production." He then turned hurrying off with the younger man.
