Amanda went directly to the Train Station to receive the men that had come from it. She glanced around at the area and noted how much of a desert it was. Sand, rocks, wind, and sun. "Joy."
The train rolled up to stop near her. It was loud and annoying. Already, Amanda missed her time.
Five males stepped out, geared up for battle, Amanda presumed. Perhaps a boy younger than herself, a large bald man who struck her as Russian, a tall older man with black hair and round spectacles, a black man with an eye patch, and some guy in a rubber suit.
Amanda used her fingers and noticed four were missing. "Are you five all that came on the train?" she asked boldly.
They seemed to glance at one another while eyeing the girl before them. It was the older man that came forwards, "Yes. We are all."
A payphone rang behind Amanda and she tilted her head before going over and answering. She loved doing this at home. Thought it was so funny. "Hello."
"Hello, Amanda. The other men will arrive at the Station shortly. They drove." Came the scratchy voice of the woman who hired Amanda.
"Oh." exclaimed Amanda. "That's helpful information. Thanks."
The line went dead and Amanda hung up. She turned back towards the curious looks from the others, "The other four will be here shortly. But in order to find them or have them find us, we should probably head to the bus." she offered a small smile, fake as hell is hot, and lead the way.
The five followed with shrugs and doubtful looks.
"So, who are you, lady?" asked the kid.
"My name is Amanda Cahls. I am the one you will come to should you require any service, such as Laundry, Food, Cleaning, or Assistant Medical Attention. If I am not found, you can find the other three women very easily. Shada does the Laundry and does not speak English… Carmen Smith is the full time Medical Assistant. And Janine Fairemoore is the Cook." Amanda explained easily with a practiced fake pleasant tone.
"So, basically, yeh're th' one in charge?" asked the black man.
"Of the compound's necessary cleaning and care, yes." nodded Amanda.
When they reached the parking lot, a military vehicle pulled up and a man was practically shoved out. The man frowned at the military men inside the car and continued to do so as they drove off. After they were gone, he looked towards the bus, then Amanda as she motioned everyone get onto the bus.
"What does a woman have to do with war?" he asked loudly.
Amanda ignored his question and smiled politely, "Seems you arrived just in time."
He grunted and shoved past, boarding the bus. Amanda made a face at his back but turned at the sound of a few more cars coming this way. She peaked over to find a Winnebago, a pick up, and a rather sleek and suave black car. Each pulled up easily and their drivers walked towards Amanda. A mechanic looking man, an Australian, and some guy in a mask and suit.
It wasn't Amanda's place to judge, but she was regardless. Clearing her throat, "Lucky timing. You can follow the bus in your vehicles if you want. We've got a few spaces at the compound."
The three men nodded and before they could speak, Amanda boarded the bus and sat in the driver's seat.
"You can drive this thing?" The kid asked, suddenly sounding a little concerned for his safety.
"Better than any of you can, I bet." Amanda commented with a chuckle before starting off. "I hope you've secured your Carry-On in the over head bins and under your seats for this flight?" she joked, driving insanely fast. God, she loved driving on long empty stretches of road. The town with the station was dead as shit anyways.
A few curses and prayers went up in the bus from the men, while the three vehicles behind had to keep up with the leaden foot of Amanda. Roughly a three hour drive was shortened to a little over an hour and Amanda told them so.
"Jesus, lady! You're fuckin' crazy!" the kid shouted, hauling ass out of the bus door.
His exclamation made Amanda laugh, "Hey, I'm not the one who signed up to kill people." she shrugged, "Now then. I believe that's enough jokes. Let's get inside. I'm starved." and she lead the way inside.
The shiny black car was the first of the other three to pull up, then the truck, then the Winnebago.
"Great! Grab your things and follow me."