The Messenger sat in the front seat of the multi-purpose bullion van drinking vodka from a bottle with his leg on the dashboard.
The bullion van was designed exactly like the ones used to transport valuables by the Iron Mountain company with the company's blue pyramid-like logo on both sides. Gusts of wind blew from a nearby lake into the van and he lowered the windscreen to relish in its effect as the sun was scorching.
The van was parked along a lonely highway in Bounty County, only a few cars had passed by ever since he began his timed waiting.
In exactly three minutes, a similar van would be on its way back to the company.
Iron Mountain is a top security company that held important documents and artifacts both for the government and private individuals. Spanning one hundred and forty-five acres, it is located two hundred feet beneath the countryside in a former limestone mine.