Problem Number 1: A freelance courier was an easy target. If the raging wildfires didn't get you, then the motorized criminal gangs would, and if they didn't get you, then the militias would for sure. And don't forget the bats. Those goddamn bats...
Joam was the best, but the best wasn't good enough. Eventually, he knew, he'd just be a splat on the pavement, frying in the 120 degree sun.