The hover taxi lurched along the low streets of Sector 12. The driver’s eyes glanced at the camera display monitor showing a grainy image of the back of the taxi. “You OK?” he asked.
Lauren glanced up as the man’s voice crackled over the intercom, she nodded vaguely. “Just tired.” she replied, her hands involuntarily ran through her messy hair. “Long trip.”
“And your daughter?” the man asked. “Is she OK?”
Curled up next to Lauren on the seat dressed in a skintight white and pink bodysuit was a young girl. She stared up at Lauren, an expression beyond exhaustion on the girl’s face. Lauren stroked her head gently.
“She’s not my daughter.” Lauren replied. “I’m just looking after her for a while.”
The taxi driver nodded, returning to his driving. This area of the city was filled with slum apartments and run down commercial units, the infrastructure was wrecked and that is what Lauren needed, they couldn’t track them here, she hoped Michael would help them both. Ten years was a long time, even between friends.