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As the wheels came to a rattling halt, the smell of crap and offal indicated only one thing; the train had pulled up to RuptureFarms.
For most of the freight hands, this stop was either loved or hated. The ones that loved it adored getting the chance to stock up on treats, in the lucky hopes that one would accidentally fall out of the barrel and they could sneakily pocket it for later. The ones that hated it did so for every other reason—the smell. Blood was everywhere in the meat factory and anybody with a nose could tell.
Lenny could care less though. His throat and nostrils were so clogged full of smoke from the train engines and his own smoking habits made it hard for him to smell much of anything.
Besides that—stops at RuptureFarms were always a break. Not a scheduled one of course. Never so. He only ever got one to five minute breaks throughout the day. But here, security at the docks was next to none. Sligs were only stationed at both ends to check for stowaways. None patrolling in between. It gave Lenny the perfect opportunity to take care of a swap, or better, sneak off for a drink.
Not alone, though.
While his coworkers unloaded the hundreds of SoulStorm Brew crates from the freight cars onto the docks, Lenny stepped off the train and instantly began looking around. He knew who he was looking for, even in a sea of Scrubs that all dressed the same.
When he caught the inked-up Mud out of the corner of his eye, he began walking towards him and raised one of the Brew bottles in his hand. Finally. The best Oddamn part of every week.
"Hey!" Lenny yelled from across the platform. "Upper management still lettin' you show that mug a' yours around here?"
