[center][h3]March 15, 2018 - Framingham, Massachusetts.[/h3][/center]
[center]33 Degrees.  Light snow.[/center]

Aromas of death and diesel punctuated a salty East Coast breeze. It accompanied the pungent leather of well-worn seat covers and the crisp, metallic hardtop of an M35 series cargo truck. A sudden lurch threw Isaac's body forward and gave him a bonus whiff while the heavy brakes rendered the vehicle to a groaning halt. Slowly, the weakened and weary man's eyes peeled open and beheld the blurry silhouette of a smooth, feminine face whose lips peeled up into a smile.

"Pow..." came the sound beyond those smiling lips while the woman's beady eyes came alight. From the corner of his eye, Isaac made out the shape of two fingers pointed like a gun. It was slowly pulled away from his forehead and brought in close to the woman's face, where she blew on the tip with a widening grin and a playful wink. She nodded eagerly and mouthed the words, "You're dead."

"Go." Skullface interrupted and leaned in between the two, gesturing beyond the rear window of the cargo truck to some vague shadows in the distance. The woman, Gomez, followed Skullface's pronounced jawline until her gaze met his target.

"Tim?" She inquired between chomps of her long-expired chewing gum.

He squinted, trying to focus. "Could be," he muttered, "He'll follow our tracks. Damn snow." After a long moment, he gave Isaac's shoulder a clap and turned around, facing the vehicle's occupants. To his left, Isaac was keenly aware of Sticks, whose boney form huddled over a canteen. Across from Sticks were two burly men of little consequence to Isaac. And finally, there was Gomez, who shifted her seated position across from Isaac into a textbook mockery of a manspread.

"Last stop before we head to Boston! Get what you need and get out fast. Got it?" Skullface announced as he unlocked the truck's rear hatch. Gomez flirtatiously pushed past him. Her thick boots landed into a layer of moist snow with a muffled crunch. She spun around and spread out her arms while shouting at the truck and two other SUVs parked in front of it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" She shouted and then paused dramatically, gesturing toward one of the SUVs, "...And Stan! Welcome to Walmart!"