<div class="floatright">(https://i.insider.com/57d6eec6b0ef976d008b50bf?width=795&amp;format=jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">THE CITY ∎ Level Green                               </span></strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Eddie</strong> ∎ HR 103 bpm ∎ Max 192 bpm ∎ Target 98-146 bpm</span><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>MISSION #0: THE MILK RUN</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Part Two: "We can load anything."</span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Eddie almost jumped out of his skin as the woman shrieked and clamped onto his wrist like one of those claw machines gone rogue. If he had been holding anything, he would have immediately dropped it as he pulled out of her grip and ran around the corner, over and over until he found the phone booth and then finally the cafe.<br/><br/>Eddie looked around the cafe once he had entered it, and had not really felt suspicious about the cafe until the waitress had set the food down in front of him. Her face definitely did look like something that he would want to show his parents (if they weren't an entire country away from him), but the food gave him immediate pause once he placed the eggs into his mouth. They tasted like any other egg that he would scramble for his morning breakfast, but the strange taste that had come across his tongue as he swallowed was a lingering aftertaste of sand. As if he was eating food that had fallen into the beach, and he had cleaned off 99% of the sand from its surface. "Are you feeding me back in the real world?" Eddie asked as he looked to the food, then placed his fork back on the plate and pushed it forward.<br/><br/>He listened to Sawyer's instructions as he asked for a car, and Eddie blinked a few times as he looked to Singer for some sort of clarification. Get on the line? As in... just look up to the sky or whatever type of world this was and try to use his mind to bring a car to them? Eddie stood up from the booth, looking outside and then back to Sawyer and Singer as he shrugged. "Okay, might take me a minute," he admitted, as he had only been in this world for less than a half hour. That is... if a half hour was still the same time in this world and outside of it.<br/><br/>He stepped outside into the rain, finding it to not be as chilly as the real world. His clothes were progressively getting soaked along with his body, but there had been some sort of disconnect between what he should have been feeling and what he was feeling. Were his nerves not completely connected, and he was actually freezing but not shivering? Was he freezing, but his mind wasn't making that connection as it swam in whatever those doctors had put him in? And what happened to that other guy too?<br/><br/>"I need a car."<br/><br/>He didn't even remember saying it. It felt as if his words came out of his thoughts while he had remained lost. As he spaced out, the world had done his job for him. A car, with a driver that he couldn't place or see within its tinted windows had driven around the corner and out in the front of the diner. Eddie's eyes widened and he looked back into the cafe window with a satisfied smile on his face, meeting Singer and Sawyer's eyes. He jabbed a thumb at the car, wondering if they were waiting for anyone.<br/><br/><em>Eddie rolled an Instinct check: 4d6 = 6, 6, 6, 2 = 20. Success!</em></span></span>