From the front of the truck, a young man hummed along to the radio, the strange techno and rock fusion brought by America after they took over. While they weren't all like this, they did all speak English. You wouldn't find a single Japanese station anymore, not with Next controlling it. Eh, wasn't so bad. Well, the oppressive, totalitarian government was pretty bad, but the music was okay.<br/><br/>"Boss, we done yet?" the purple haired man called out of the window, sticking his head out to look back. They were here to pick up... something, she hadn't said what. Boss liked to keep a lot of secrets. Eric felt he could trust her though, even after only knowing her for a short while. The woman seemed to be a natural leader: charismatic, quick-thinking, tough when needed. It would help to know more than her name though, but hey, he could live.<br/><br/>Eric looked back and continued to hum, until he saw the bright spotlight shine over them. "Shit," he said, immediately shifting the vehicle into gear. He didn't need her to tell him twice. As soon as he felt the truck shift from her getting back in, he slammed onto the gas pedal, tearing down the street. They were near some alleys, perfect for avoiding hover vehicles the Next used. "Hang on Boss!" he shouted, slowing to turn down said alley then speed off again.