Troublesome Trucks Face Novels & Stories

“Do you know how many buttons are on this keyboard?” He looked at it. “… A lot?” “Exactly.” I sighed dramatically before shaking my head. “I swear one of these days I’m putting all of you through a technology class.” Several of the guys chuckled. I switched back to one of the previous screen before continuing my search. The company’s registration, vehicle information, insurance records… Nothing useful. I leaned closer. “Those damn trucks need tracking devices.” I glanced back toward Draven. “Aren’t moving trucks required to have them?”

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It's not the first time they're doing this, there's nothing written on the papers, they do this every time they're bored and by they I mean, Jason, Severn and Reece. Soon classes were over. Finally. I left the class and went to drop my books in my locker. Then I left the building heading for my car but I stopped in my track when I saw the state of my car. The windshield and windows were covered in pink and black spray paint. The Tyres were flats and sticky notes were littered all over the boot and bonnet. I walked to the car and read the notes Slut Bitch Pig Twat Coward Useless Nothing Whore

Before they could finish speaking, the autonomous truck crashed into a streetlight. Without the signal receivers, the large truck was like a headless chicken, unable to identify obstacles ahead. The truck smashed head-on into a wall, then charged toward another wall in the testing area. The staff in the testing ground were thrown into chaos. Just then, the truck slammed directly into the wall beneath the main platform before finally stopping altogether. However, the entire front half of the vehicle was twisted, with parts and glass fragments flying in all directions. Theodore immediately shielded Elara as numerous fragments scattered toward them. Just as everyone was breathing a sigh of reli

Another truck suddenly approached theirs' from a distance. Mabel's fists immediately clenched as she saw the truck moving in a speed towards them. "Chief." The driver muttered to her. "What should we do?" "He passed the other side." She was so angry that her vein almost popped out of her skin. "Avoid him." While trying to avoid the truck coming directly at them, the driver tried to pass the other side of the road, but while at it, and other truck came out from the other side, and rammed against each other....

Each truck at least had five cameras and a tracker attached to it, just in case there ran into any problems on the way. Izzy and Harley both mounted in the nearby bushes, keeping guard with their snipper riffles ready and Binoculars handy while Paulo stayed in the car with Dominico streaming all the video footages transmitted from all the cameras mounted on the trucks. The fucking stress wasn’t a joke. The transport ran smoothly, most of the trucks dispatched to locations where they’d be distributed to buyers and most of them shipped off for safe keeping. But in all, we succeeded and all I could think of was having a really long bath.

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Black with a tactical grade. "Bag this," I tell her. "Might have DNA." Our next stop is the Ashton transport company. Similar damage was done there. Rachel Ashton is angrier than Daniel. "They destroyed twelve trucks. Twelve! That's our entire fleet!" "I understand your frustration," I say calmly. "Do you?" Rachel demands. "This is our livelihood, our future. And for what? Because we told the truth about your father?" "Yes," I say bluntly. "Because truth threatens people invested in lies."

Moe didn’t slow until we were at the truck. Moe pulled the Corolla to a stop beside the hulking, armored truck that had been our primary transport until its engine had given out. The contrast was almost comical. The truck was a beast of burden, a brute-force solution to a brute-force world. The Corolla was a pathetic, shivering mouse hiding in its shadow.

“They’re going to start looking for us soon. We can’t afford to just sit here.” As I turned onto the road, something felt wrong. The truck was acting funny, kind of wobbly. I glanced in the rearview mirror and sucked in a breath. The side of our truck was crunched in. Great, it must have happened yesterday during the chase. “We’ve got to get this fixed,” I told him as I swung into an old gas station that boasted of a faded auto-repair sign and two spoilt cars parked haphazardly on the gravel out front.