The Dirty Job at Carson City

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 Chapter 6: The Dirty Job at Carson City


The bustling offices of Jam Pony were filled with the constant hum of activity as couriers moved in and out, delivering packages across the city. Normall navigated through the chaos with a package in each hand, his eyes scanning for available couriers. Sketchy and Original Cindy entered the scene while Herbal sat at a table, reading his Bible and pouting.


Normall raised a hand to his mouth, amplifying his voice to cut through the din. "Listen up: I got a call from a highly agitated client needing a roundtrip pickup and delivery. Who's interested?"


Original Cindy shot him a skeptical look. "Are you kidding? I'm about to be out of here. It'll keep until tomorrow."


Normall's lips curled into a smug smile. "The client is paying triple, which doubles your commission."


Sketchy's eyes lit up. "Double? Heck yeah."


In an instant, Sketchy and Herbal were racing towards Normall, each trying to get to him first. But Original Cindy was one step ahead, reaching Normall before either of them.


"Just like a man, a day late and a dollar short," she quipped.


Herbal pleaded his case. "C'mon now, I got a family to take care of; the extra will go a long way to—"


Sketchy interrupted with a sneer. "A long way to do what? Buy more smoke?" He pushed Herbal back, only to be shoved aside by Original Cindy. 


Normall waved his hands to quiet them down. "Wait, you slackers! There's more. It's got to be done by six o'clock, or it goes down as a standard delivery, and I bank the difference. One more thing. You're going to Carson City."


Original Cindy recoiled. "Carson City? Oh, hell no! I need to take a bath just for saying the name."


Max entered the room, her presence commanding attention. Normall turned to her, desperate. "I need my best person on this. Max, you interested in overtime?"


Max ignored him, walking past with a purposeful stride. She stopped suddenly, a thought striking her. "Normall, I could've sworn that you just said, 'more work?'"


Her pager beeped, breaking her train of thought. She checked the number. "Logan, alright, tell me something good." She jogged to the phone.


Meanwhile, Herbal backed out of the job. "Normall, count me out. Carson City is a little too 'police state' for me."


Normall turned to Sketchy, who seemed to be weighing his options. "I want to impress this client. If you do it, I'll throw in a paid half day off."


Sketchy’s eyes brightened. "Deal," he said, sticking out his hand. They shook on it.


Max was on the phone in the corner. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes," she promised, hanging up and breezing past Normal.


Normall checked his watch. "Still got ten minutes by my watch."


Max shot back without missing a beat. "So dock me."


Her pager beeped again. She checked it quickly. "Damn Kendra! Hey Cindy, do me a favor. Call my house, and tell Kendra I'll get with her later."


Original Cindy smiled devilishly. "Hey Boo, I love ya, but the secretary thing doesn't play well on this here gal."


Max flashed a grin. "Thanks, Cindy," she said, already moving towards the door. The demands of the city awaited, and Max was always ready for the next challenge, driven by the relentless pulse of her double life.

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