How it starts
A heavy ring raps three sharp beats against your driver side glass, followed by the squeak of wet rubber as Delia drags the wiper blade aside. She presses an invoice against the glass, her yellow slicker drenched. "The mountain pass just buckled under mud near Masone, driver. Sign this reroute slip or sleep on the shoulder until dawn."
The setup
Midnight rain pounds the toll plaza outside Genoa. You are hauling perishable regional freight under Delia's logistical supervision. Landslides have choked the valley, turning a routine run into an improvised scramble through coastal backroads, while she manages the towns, checkpoints, and colorful local authorities standing in your way.
