"Eugh. I had to deal with those pricks on the last mission with 'er." Lex gestures at you. "They kidnapped some weird nerd. Glad that's done with."
"Well...I might've also saw some during my last mission and might've...hurt them?" This gets a weird look from everyone, even Quentin. As if they're trying to process how a skinny twig like you could do it.
"What?" "What." "THAT SEEMS UNLIKELY."
"Let's just say I have my methods and they left in bodybags. You can ask Alexis about it later, Lex, she saw it." You're not exactly going to spurt out "I PUPPETERED THEIR BODIES". Your RESTRAINT is too high to let you do that.
"Shit, if that bitch saw it, guess it must be true. Damn. I gotta know how you did it." Lex leans back in his seat. Ashley is giving you a weird look. She's eyeing you down, trying to figure out how you did it.
"WOW." Quentin drones on in what you think was meant to be excitement. He's looking out the window behind him. You turn around to see what's exciting him. "Holy shit." Lex and Ashley mutter at the same time. Seems like they're seeing what you're seeing.
https://youtu.be/U9QETjH1CXE - DISTRICT 8
The scenery is an industrial hellscape that hurts to look at. Factories, steel mills, and power plants spill out into the streets like a cancer. Most of the buildings are either a purely utilitarian grey block, a smoke spewing factory, or both. A thick smog blankets the skies, tinting the world in a thick orange haze.
Even in here, you can already smell the overwhelming stench of smog and sulfur. The heat leaks through the shoddy train walls. Thank god you didn't wear your winter jacket, you would already be cooking by now.
"WONDERFUL." Quentin coos out. "TRULY A SIGN OF HOW THE WORLD SHOULD BE."
"It's been five minutes and I already want to leave." Lex whines.
"I've seen worse. At least it's better than I-Company's district." Ashley snorts. "At least you can walk outside here."
Most of the other passengers have gone from bored silence to nervous mutterings about getting close to the District.
"Father Above, I'm not ready for a 18 hour shift again. Mind if you take my slot? I'll pay you later."
"Just rush to the P-Corp facility here, don't let any of the scouts see you..."
"Fuck, where did I keep the bottled air I had? I need that right now."
"Why does that WHORE of an in-law want to celebrate the holidays HERE?!"
"Finally, I can offload this damn body already. The factories are hungry."
Soon, the train pulls into the station. It's not any better than what you saw out of the window. The brutalist design is outright imposing to even be near. Unpainted grey stone and steel walls and floors, cheap shoddy chairs even by your district's standards, and insanely long lines at the ticket booths. There's a whole section of the station cut off from the rest by a thick plastic wall.
"DISTRICT 8 EMIGRATION" is written on a sign hanging next to the wall. The lines in that section stretch on for what seems like miles.
