Donta paced nervously. The dark cloak he wore pressed his pink wings uncomfortably tight against his back and the deep hood made his antenna sore, yet seemed to position the light on the end of it right on his forehead and his nervousness was making it rather bright, the opposite of what he wanted. He strode over to the crate beside the locked door he was trying to hack through, picking up his terminal and expectantly eyeing the progress bar on it.<br/><br/>"Shit, this is taking forever..." he muttered. He placed the terminal back on the crate, then turned to pace once more, wearing a path in the dirt with is wide, padded feet. At the end of his stride, he turned to head back to his terminal, yet his heart jumped to his throat when he saw a familiar blonde girl casually sitting on it, his terminal in one hand, and her own in the other.<br/><br/>"Fucking hell, woman. You scared the shit out of me!" Donta exclaimed, trying to calm down from the fright, yet impressed she arrived without a sound. His only response was a short smile, then her attention went back to the terminals. Donta noticed there was another cable linking them both together.<br/><br/>"What are you doing? Are you using your terminal's system resources to make mine go faster?" Donta asked, Jessica shook her head and tapped the ear of the headphones she had hung around her neck, "You're stealing all my music, aren't you?" he finished, sighing heavily.<br/><br/>Jessica just shrugged, an innocent look on her face. Donta snatched his terminal out of her hands and yanked out the cable.<br/><br/>"That would make this go slower! This is not the time to go copying gigabytes of data!" he exclaimed, pointing an accusatory claw nearly up her nose. She sighed heavily and slid off the crate into a rapidly growing puddle. It barely splashed over her combat boots and she ignored it, pointing at his terminal that was still connected to the door lock. Donta lifted it to see that the progress bar had reached a hundred percent and the door lock was shining green.<br/><br/>He wanted to get out of the rain mostly. It was like a heavy mist over the rusting city. It's been dirty all the time as long as he can remember, the rain only made it worse. Instead of cleaning things off, it just made mud that stuck to everything. Once it dried, it left everything with a thicker layer of dirt than when it started off with.<br/><br/>Then there was Jessica Winterton. The girl never said a word, silent as the night, yet she loved music. Old stuff from before anyone could remember. Donta remembered when they first met about a week ago, the meeting was him trying to introduce himself over blaring headphones, with she clearly not giving a shit about him, her gaze fixed on her terminal and ignored everyone else completely. He cursed the day that the rebel management paired him with her for operations and whatnot. Why he didn't know. He had yet to get a word out of her. The most she did was whistle, and any meaningful form of communication was typing messages on her terminal for others. Maybe its a medical condition, but she never told anyone much about herself.<br/><br/>Now, the two were standing in a large hangar on a catwalk overlooking a fleet of trucks which were being loaded with crates. Donta felt Jessica elbow him in the arm and she pointed to the front of the building where the massive hangar doors were open slightly in the middle. A truck was positioned in front of the opening and was just being closed when Donta spotted it.<br/><br/>"That one?" he whispered. Jessica just nodded. With the sound of engines being started below, no one heard Jessica's boots clanging on metal catwalks overhead. Donta's padded feet were quiet on most surfaces. They reached the end and quickly descended a flight of stairs to the ground floor, ducking behind a large crate. Armed Government guards stood around casually, their guns hung on their shoulders. Some even sipped cups of coffee. Just the sight of them taking such a privileged life for granted made Donta mad. A clenched fist was suddenly covered by warm hands and he looked down to see Jess had pulled him down. He had been slowly standing up and never noticed. She was right, he had to calm down to pull this off.<br/><br/>They waited for their chance and when no one was looking, Donta was nearly dragged out into the open and they barrelled across the deck to the target truck, and he was nearly tossed in the back as the door was slammed shut.<br/><br/>"Holy crap, Jess! Warn me before you do that!" Donta scowled, she responded by grabbing his head and pushing it behind the crate in the back as the driver jumped inside. The truck started and began to pull out of the hangar and into the rain. The driver turned on the radio and Donta noticed that Jessica's eyes sort of glazed over and her head bobbed with the beat, but he quickly shook her hand off his head.<br/><br/>"That hurts!" he said, lowering his hood and freeing his compressed antenna. She shrugged with an apologetic look and gave a thumbs up, indicating that she was ready. Donta eyed her suspiciously as she was smiling and still nodding along to the song. He sighed and nodded. then the two sprung into action.<br/><br/>Donta reached around the back of the driver's seat and quickly snatched the radio off the driver's uniform with one hand, the other went to the door lever. In one motion, Jessica had unlatched his seat belt and body checked the unsuspecting man as Donta opened the door. In the rainy night, the slow moving truck seemed to simply open, deposit it's driver into the passing lake, then keep driving off into the night.<br/><br/>"Nice job!" Donta exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. Jessica settled into the driver's seat and put on her seat belt, changing course back to a safe house for the rebellion, a crate full of rations in the back. Finally, clean food for once.<br/><br/>Donta sat in the back of the truck on the floor and busied himself with his terminal, but his gaze kept going to the crates in the back, excited for a decent meal with his new family. After the fifth glance, his eyes locked on a particular symbol he recognized, and it had nothing to do with food.<br/><br/>Radioactive.<br/><br/>It was small, like the contents weren't that dangerous, like what you would see on power cells or capacitors and the like, but nothing like that should be on a crate full of food.<br/><br/>"Hang on." Donta muttered, leaning forward. He noticed Jessica had glanced over her shoulder to watch him, and he quickly cracked the code on the crate and it popped open. Donta lifted the lid and was greeted by the smell of metal, plastic, and grease. Inside were about a half a dozen rifles, with accompanying power cells.<br/><br/>"What the hell?" He muttered as Jessica pulled into an abandoned warehouse. A waiting rebel member had opened and closed the large door for them.<br/><br/>"Whew" Jessica whistled, turning around in her chair. Her fingers went to her mouth and she shrugged.<br/><br/>"No, definitely not food." He muttered. All of the crates in this truck had that symbol on it, "Did we take the wrong truck?"<br/><br/>Jessica shook her head and handed him her terminal,<span style="font-style: italic">"No I was specifically told to take this one."</span>, it read. Donta handed the terminal back to her,<br/><br/>"I was told it was food." He said, she shook with a smile on her face, Donta assuming it was her silent giggle. She typed on her terminal one word,<span style="font-style: italic">"Gullible."</span>.