TheIrateAtheist

Bounty Hunter Mina levered her smart-phone to her face as she tried to fiddle with the applications on it, only to complicate herself with the strange interface of the device. She tried to reach the mailbox of the machine but was unable to navigate herself to it as she cursed to herself. She then pulled out a piece of paper on her pockets which she scribbled some directions on it but vulgarly cursed to herself again as she remembered that some of the writings on it had faded away. Now, relying on her own instincts to find her destination navigating through the busy streets as cars and hover-jets flew all across, Mina began to reminisce the e