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He couldn’t believe that his work just dragged on and on. It should have been a simple thing but it somehow turned into something so complex and complicated. It’s dark cycle by the time he heads home and his tanks grumble for Energon. He hadn’t had a break during his shift. The path home passes many stores, he’ll just stop in one. When he gets to the first one, a frown comes to his faceplates. It closed two joor ago.
The next one closed three joor ago. The fourth a joor ago and so on. The last one before his turn off still has lights on, he rushes to the door, it opens. He sighs and glances around to see the store completely empty of mechs. Where was everyone? If you went to a store this late in Polyhex half the city state is there. Stores were always open. He really hopes there’s a cashier. He still hasn’t mastered the use of the kiosks Praxus seems to favor.
Grabbing his supplies, he reaches the registers to see a mech sitting at one. The mechs gold visor turns to him, his frown is slight at the Enforcer sitting behind the counter.
“Pleasant dark cycle,” the Enforcer says smiling to him and standing from the stool. “Will this be all for you?”
“Uh. . . yeah, is always so quiet at this time?” he asks, he was never a fan of Enforcers. Polyhex was known for slightly corrupt cops.
“Everything is closed for five joor during the dark cycle,” the Enforcer says. “Only the international stores like this one are opened all joor for outsiders such as yourself. They are all staffed with volunteer Enforcers. We soon found that when the border opened mechs we’re panicking at our customs.”
“It’s nice to know that mechs are thoughtful,” he smiles. Perhaps the Enforcers here aren’t so bad.