The Engine What Runs the World: Chapter 3, Page 2 (Unedited)
“I’d recommend getting yourself a place at the inn for tonight,” The old man said as he stared off into the distance, “It’s supposed to rain and you wouldn’t want to get caught in the middle of that. Especially this time of year.”
“What time of year is this?” Smoke asked, “Things are looking pretty good and warm and seasons don’t really mean a lot down there.”
“It’s autumn,” the old man replied, “It’s nice and warm in the day but cools off pretty well at night. Believe me when I say you don’t want to be caught in the rain.”
Smoke nodded his head, “Alright, I’ll get a room. Where’s the nearest town?”
“It’s a small town about two klicks north from here, just behind the tower. You should be able to get a good meal and a place for the night for not much.”
Smoke nodded and began to turn away, “Sounds good to me. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
The old man nodded and continued looking at the lift and working on the contraption.
Smoke turned and walked the short distance to the farmhouse. He’d talk to them first to see if Blue had holed up there for a night. From there he’d walk to the town and rent a room for the night. He didn’t want to sleep outside no matter the weather. A soft bed or even a bed with a slightly higher comfortability than the ground would certainly be ideal.
The farm was quaint and cozy for a small family. A two story house made of wood and a metal Smoke believed to be tin. The windows looked to be made of glass instead of the clear plastic the underground often used. The front door had a happy vibe with the words ‘A Happy Family’ painted across the door.
Smoke knocked on the door three times and waited. He didn’t know if anyone would be home, but it was worth a shot. It didn’t take long before he heard movement from within the house. He could hear someone walking up a set of stairs before the door opened. On the other side stood a young woman with black hair and large green eyes. She gave Smoke a look of utter confusion, “Hello?” she said as she opened the door fully.
“Greetings madam,” Smoke said as he removed his hat in politeness, “My name is Smoke Callahan. Would I be able to ask you some questions?”
The woman nodded, “What’s this about?”
“I’m a private investigator,” Smoke said sincerely as he pulled out his badge, “I’m looking for a young woman and I’m checking everywhere I can for any leads and information.”
The woman gave him a nervous glance, “Is this girl in trouble?” she asked.
Smoke smiled softly and shook his head, “No,” he said trying to calm the woman, “Her family just wants her to come home.”
