Molly's - Chapter 2 [Tankiverse Fanfic]

[Hippin_in_Hawaii 639]

Molly’s - Chapter 2
Fanfic in the Tankiverse by Hippin_in_Hawaii

 
Closing the door may have been a mistake. There was no ventilation in the hallway; it was close and hot and reeked of old grease and sweat and spoiled food. There wasn’t much more light than there was ventilation; a couple of naked bulbs dangled from exposed wires, but weren’t on. The only source of light, besides the door I’d just closed, was the outline of another door ahead through the darkness.

I walked slowly, my eyes still dazzled from the sunshine, groping my way through the darkness. I managed to stub one toe and bark both shins before I got to the door. Taking a deep breath (which was a mistake; the air was foul) I opened the door and stepped coughing into… I guess it was a showroom. It was large, brightly lit, and thankfully air-conditioned. The walls were all covered with shelves that were in turn covered with bits and pieces. No, not covered, laden. More like dripping with. On the bare concrete floor were larger pieces. Some were recognizable components, and some just piles of similar parts. Over there was an intact transmission from something large. And was that the autoloading mechanism of a 60mm railgun?

I wandered up and down the “aisles” between “displays.” The Molly’s theme of large and beat up was less obvious here; the room certainly was large, but it was far more respectable-looking than anything else I’d seen so far. Clean, no, certainly not that. Nowhere near that. But not shabby.

I wandered this way and that, taking it all in, until I saw a small counter area next to another door. The woman was standing behind it, bent over a terminal, typing away. She lifted her eyes to meet mine, then turned and walked out of sight for a moment. She returned with a pushbroom and a dustpan. Flipping up a section of the counter, she walked straight to me, placed them in my hands, then went back and resumed her typing.

Inside my head, a brief struggle took place. I was grown up enough to deserve more respect that this! (I wasn’t. Not nearly. Puberty was still over the horizon, no matter how ready I was to be an adult.) This place was a dump, and I had better things to do with my time! (I didn’t. I really, really didn’t.) But, on the other side, I’d spent years mapping out places I could only dream of visiting. And there were two perfectly fine tanks outside. I had barely started to explore the vast grounds and giant… warehouse?

The typing stopped. I looked up and locked eyes with the woman again. She held my gaze a moment, flicked her eyes down to the broom where it rested on my shoe, then looked over at the door before locking eyes with me again. It was the clearest conversation I’ve ever had in my life. Taking the broom in both hands, I started to push.

Mahalo (thank you) for reading; I hope you enjoyed! This story is part of a series. Information on the series, and links to the other stories, can be found here.

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Approved!

 

Very well written! The minuscule mistake I found was when you used "that" instead of "the".

[Magenta 5,165]

Approved!

 

Very well written! The minuscule mistake I found was when you used "that" instead of "the".

You mean "only" not "minuscule." "Minuscule" relates to size, not quantity in numbers.

[thethiefofvictory 339]

I was grown up enough to deserve more respect that this! 

Cough. 

 

Otherwise, good as always! Mmm, I'm waiting for more.  ;)

[tweezers 1,034]

I love garages. 

[Hippin_in_Hawaii 639]

I love garages. 

We'll be spending a lot of time in one...

[tweezers 1,034]

We'll be spending a lot of time in one...

*ecstatic giggling*

[Viking4s 10,791]

A bit short.