Shipping Up to Boston

[Alec Walker]

September 4, 2019

Sometime shortly after noon

[walker]“Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”[/walker]

 

A chilly morning had turned to a beautiful day. Perhaps, however, it was not that the day had warmed but that Alec had received word of a full barrel of Yamazaki 1984 sitting in an auction house up in Boston. 

 

A barrel of long since discontinued whiskey that was essentially priceless. He was certain he'd be bidding against people with near limitless reserves. Sotheby's had implemented several protections against interference to ensure the safety of the artifacts at auction. What did Alec have to offer? Well, he was earning a decent enough living wage, had saved up, and still had a fair chunk of his resources from before the resonance. But how often did a certified authentic 35 year old barrel of Japanese Whiskey pop up for sale? Alec had texted a fair number of friends and fellow ARMA agents who he knew had an appropriate appreciation for the beautiful golden spirit, and he was preparing to head out onto the open road.

 

Well... into the gridlock of the city, and then out onto the open road. The auction was tomorrow, and he wanted to get into beantown tonight. 

 

Alarm chirped: "Here I am!" 

 

Alec had always appreciate that about the american-made car. Not that you could exactly miss the bright orange challenger in a parking lot, but it was a nice touch when you unlocked the vehicle. He collapsed into the comfortable bucket seat of the car he alone drove and rifled through the collection of CDs he kept in the glove box as the car idled. Damn. He'd given Wes his copy of Leftoverture. Eh. Save AC/DC for later in the roadtrip. For now, the radio. 

 

Of course, radio stations had come back to some extent, but the coverage wasn't phenomenal, and being magically inclined tended to fuck with your ability to receive things like satellite radio, even if that had made its resurgence. So, the voice of an obnoxiously chipper radio jockey streamed through the speakers of Alec's car as he shifted the car into drive.