He trudged to work, way too early in his opinion, put on his specialised gear, and took the elevator up to the chopper platform. Splatsville had a lot of high buildings so having it land on the roof made sense, he guessed.
His tentacles were ruffled by the wind it kicked up, already bringing back other coworkers who'd started even earlier.
Some would stay in the chopper, others would get their stamps on their card and run for the elevator. How Pat envied them.
He got on the chopper, his reward card safely tucked in his waterproof suit. He sat squeezed against the window and looked over Splatsville as the chopper took off. He didn't know who was at the controls today, hadn't bothered to check the roster. It didn't matter.
All pilots would bring them to their destination more or less safely. It was a ground principle of GrizzCo Industries. More or less safely, it should be their slogan at that point.
'Bringing you to your job site more or less safely, GrizzCo! Sending you into battle with only two specials, GrizzCo! Giving you the bare minimum to hold off hordes of Salmonids, GrizzCo!'
He chuckled to himself. That was what GrizzCo stood for, not some.. good thing. The pay was abysmal.
"Oi, get ready!" The pilot called back to them.
Pat knocked his boots together twice and hoped he'd return in one piece.
