The night had bathed Wing City in blackness, and the orange light of Wing City's streetlamps brought their soft glow on the off white Tech Con
Toyota hiLuxThe bright white headlamps illuminated the street before her, music playing softly in the background. And the shouts of a young woman, Callandra Henderson rang through the cab of the truck.
"...I don't care what that frak Dominic has to say. Miles Hagan signs my paychecks, and I take orders from him, not his halfwit son." She argued on the telephone, to the voice on the other end.
"Gods damnit listen to me. Dominic can suck a dick. I've got a lumbering operation to protect." She shouted, catching a glimpse of headlights in oncoming traffic. A drunk driver had veered into the oncoming lane, causing Cally to drop her phone and jerk the wheel sharply to the left.
Wheels screeched on wet pavement, and the truck clipped it's rear on the oncoming car before spinning across the street and impacting a large tree on the sidewalk, before rolling twice and slamming, drivers side into a light pole, sending metal shards, glass, and debris in all directions.
The glowing screen of a cell phone skittered across the street, and the truck rest silently on the sidewalk, bearing Caprican plates, and Tech Con's logo on the side.
The drunk driver was long gone, and the unconscious driver of the truck sat slumped in the drivers seat.