She squats in her usual spot in the shadow of a dumpster on the busiest road leading from the station into Perfunctory. Other beggars and cretins stand, skin and bone, reeking of their own piss and feces, pathetically holding out their hands and groveling at passing vehicles, but not Sutaura. The streets are teeming with busyness; bodies running to and fro, yet she has her sights set on a particular black Land-Crawler. The Land-Crawler is known for being the transport of high profile individuals such as politicians, p**n stars, drug lords, personalities and theologians. The scorpion-like thing hovers comfortably above the ground and is, to the trained eye, guarded by a convoy of other vehicles, which try their best to be inconspicuous.
An ancient, paraplegic beggar, too poor even to affo
