Continued from "Intake of human slave material (16)".
Four days to the central warehouse to deliver a shipment of slaves and back again, that was tight - Ziggie, the red-haired hunt rider, knew that. Half a year ago, Ophelia, an experienced girl hunter, had never returned from such a trip. Although the employees of FLP Inc. were somewhat spared from attacks by competing hunter groups thanks to the protection agreement between the slave trading companies, incidents could always happen in the city that ultimately led to too much time being wasted. As the boss found out afterwards, Ophelia had been drugged at a food station after delivering her last shipment of raw slaves. She then had been used by men who had their fun with her. So far that was nothing out of the ordinary, but she had lost almost six hours by the time she regained her senses and was able to make her way back, but she had run out of time. The collar of the merciless electronic leash had been triggered on the hurried way back to the camp ten kilometers before the destination and she had been shot in the neck like a runaway servant.
But Ziggie was apparently the only one worried about it, because her mattress mate Noska was babbling something about food and the other guys on the neighboring mattress were still knocked out from a hard night's sleep.
Continued in "Intake of human slave material (18)".