There was usually a lot of odd time on your hands riding this way on the rails. It was not like you could move much leaning on the back of the train and you could not go in without getting busted. At least there was a nice spot Knives found on most of the older models due to them having a small service platform for people to stand and lean when needed for cleaning up on the side of the rails. This one however was one of the nicer ones heading to a near high end market block so he had to keep his claw polarized to keep grip which put strain on the socket. it was not bad when you had something like he was with the cherry cola, though it tasted like it had been in the machine for a while. The flat taste did not bother him, but that heavy metallic taste mixed with the extra preservatives started to taste like battery acid. The final and saving grace to this was it was not THAT far from the MWW building he was roosted up in.

His exit was finally around the corner. [i]Wait was trash day today or tomorrow at market?[/i] he had to wonder for his next move would be based on this question [i]Dammit I can't remember, guess I got to chance it.[/i] with that he let go midway on the last turn and fell into an empty dumpster in an alley next to a few abandoned buildings off the strip.

"GGGAAAAAAAAAHH IT WAS TODAY! HELL!" He shouted after the thud of his arm making the dumpster ring like a gong. Knives decided he was going to lay there a sec to catch his breath for a moment.