Chapter 5: Are You Sure About This?

"Are you sure about this?" His voice full of doubt as he stared at the sign above the building.

"Any better ideas?" her voice mocking.

"Well…umm. No, but who names a messenger delivery centre 'Jam Pony'?" he tried to explain.

"Who cares about the name? This is the only place I managed to find that doesn't ask questions like 'what you used to do before deciding to join us'. And somehow saying you're a genetically empowered killing machine won't win us a job, and we need the cash." Vada said as she parked her ride against the said building, securing it with an iron chain. Her ride being a red slick ninja; she managed to score.

Messengers were filling the building, some entering others heading out. They stuck out like a sore thumb among the others, and it was true; they looked more of a run-way models than ordinary people.

Vada headed to what she hoped was the main desk, with Biggs following her close by.

An ordinary looking male turned around and faced them, his glasses perched high up his nose.

"Welcome to Jam Pony. How can I help you?" he asked looking at her and then Biggs, perhaps lingering more on the hot male transgenic.

Here goes nothing, she thought. Her red-blood painted lips turned into a sensual line, enchanting their fullness. Her hand touched his, where it was laying on the main desk. She looked at him, eyes roaming his face as if to memorize it. As if.

"Me and friend here, we were wondering if you have a job opening here at this fine establishment of yours. You see, we are new in town and we asked around, people told us to seek Jam Pony and here we are." Her voice was husky and soft.

As if he was caught under a love spell, Normal reached without turning around into a pile of paper.

"Here are two application forms, fill `em and I'll get you the sector pass you need. You start working now, just grab a bicycle and you'll be on your way. I'll pair you up with one of my messengers here to show you the ropes, here are your key to your locker and welcome to Jam Pony" he said all in one breath.

"Sketchy, Cindy. NOW" his voice loud voice caused Vada and Biggs to cringe as it assaulted their sensitive ears.

"No need to bellow Normal" a surfer looking guy came into view following him an attractive looking African woman.

"You" Normal pointed at Biggs "With Sketchy over here"

"And yo` fine ass will be with OC, boo" said the African woman, Cindy.

"OC?" Vada asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Original Cindy" she clarified.

"Catchy" was all Vada had to say.

She turned around to Biggs, who already filled his form and was ready to join Sketchy on his run "Be careful out there and keep in contact with me every two hours, so I don't worry my ass off `bout you" she said as she raised the collar of his jacket to cover his barcode "We'll go laser `em off after work"

"You two, all what you said" Biggs grinned cheekily at her.

She turned around to OC, who was looking at her with interest.

"What?" she was uncomfortable under the other woman intense gaze.

"Damn my luck"

"Huh?" now Vada was confused.

"Just when I figured there's some action OC might have for da night, yo` straight ass turn to dat hot boy you came with. He's your squeeze?" asked OC.

"You know how it is, you spend a night with a man and it's all fire work and birds singing over the rainbow. And then it's more comfortable being friends" she clicked off the pen and stood to give Normal her form.

"That was deep, suga." OC said as she made her way out of the building, Vada hot on her heels.