Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Dealership 2

As soon as Rayne saw the door to the warehouse close, she walked over to where the smaller vehicles were.

She knew that she wouldn't be able to store any of the larger SUVs or cars, but she wanted to try storing the smaller motorcycles, quads, and snowmobiles.

She walked over to the smallest snowmobile. It was all white, with a compact design, making it smaller than the other snowmobiles around it.

Placing her hand on the snowmobile, Rayne began to feel a little nervous. The last large item she stored was her TV, and that had caused her to lose consciousness.

"Well, it's either now or never," she mumbled and began focusing on storing the snowmobile.

Moments later, the familiar sharp pain spread throughout her head, but Rayne continued to focus, taking deep breaths.

After about a minute of painful focusing, Rayne opened her eyes to see that she had successfully stored the snowmobile.

She quickly placed a copy in the empty spot and continued on to store the next one. Even though she was still tired and feeling weak, she was determined to get these items.

The reason she didn't buy them, even though she had the money, was because she had no place to store them. Also, buying this many vehicles at once would be really suspicious.

Rayne walked over to the next snowmobile. This one was slightly larger. Once again, she closed her eyes and began to focus.

Thankfully, the pain was a lot more bearable this time around, hastening the process.

Rayne went around and stored all of the small vehicles in the warehouse. Just as she finished, the young salesman came back with a stack of paperwork.

He noticed Rayne's pale face and figured that the strong cigarette smell must have made her feel woozy, so he propped open the door to the warehouse to let in some fresh air.

Rayne met him at the small desk that was in the corner of the warehouse and began the paperwork process.

Just as she was about to finish signing the papers, another salesman walked in.

"Hey Timmy, go deal with that customer in the main showroom, I'll take care of this one."

This salesman was older, around his early 40s, with a large stomach and beady eyes. Rayne frowned as she saw him approach her, the greed oozing from his body.

"Oh, but Randy, she's my customer...we're almost finished with the paperwork," said Timmy, the young salesman, meekly.

"Scram, I've already brought the box of keys for the warehouse vehicles. I'll take it from here," he said aggressively.

Rayne looked up at Timmy, feeling bad for the way his coworkers treated him. "Go call your manager," she whispered.

Timmy looked at Rayne, surprised, but understood that she would stand up for him. He quickly got up and left the warehouse.

Randy walked over and placed a medium-sized metal box on the desk in front of Rayne.

"Hello, Miss, I'm Randy, and I'll be the one finishing up your sale."

He sat down where Timmy had sat and glanced over at the paperwork. When he noticed that Timmy had already signed his name on the form, he scowled.

"Ah, give me a moment to bring over the correct paperwork," he said nervously and got up to leave.

Rayne smiled, Well, thank you for saving me the trouble of finding the keys to all of these vehicles.

"Sure, go ahead, I'll wait here," she replied.