Mean while, Back in Robigo
14 Apr 2020Creamy Goodness III
Continued from Off StationWhat did the men look like? Creamy couldn’t remember, he never did have a good memory for men. Women on the other hand, Creamy could recall every little detail of a girl that caught his eye. Right now, as he walked out of the docks after another passenger run, he was trying to recall the man that Nerys shot in case his friends were watching him now.
He could recall every detail of her face and the way she was laying, still holding the gun ready to fire again, but not a single thing about the men that had attacked them causing Nerys to defend herself. Well, no need to hide the facts, she defended him. That was both heartening and embarrassing, but also a few days past now with no more clue as to who had attacked Creamy. All he could remember was the man with the gun had called him Charlie Gooden.
Charles was his name before he changed it in honour of his grandfather and his uncle that had followed in grandfathers’ footsteps, but never Charlie. He stopped in front of the pilots’ terminal and pressed his thumb on the screen. His account looked healthy and the last batch of passengers had paid already padding it out even more. Just a few more trips and he could buy a new ship. He had his eye on a Mamba to begin with; it was a fine ship for looking good, but limited in its use. The Orca was more his sort of ship, but Creamy felt he would need something with a bit more utility.
While he was thinking, someone poked him in the ribs from behind.
“Oh sorry, I was miles away. The terminal is all yours” said Creamy as he tried to step aside for the person behind him.
The man turned with him and kept the pressure in Creamys’ ribs. Creamy looked at his face for a moment and down at the gun in his kidneys.
“It’s you, the very chap I was looking for” exclaimed Creamy happily.
Being the son of an important Imperial Nobel, Creamy had lessons in guarding against kidnapping attempts throughout his childhood. Later in life he had greatly enjoyed learning and mastering many forms of self-defence. He casually took the gun from the man he had kicked in the head a two days ago and tossed it way.
Creamy glanced around the file of people leaving the docks heading for the carpark. He saw two other men making it clear they were armed and watching him. This was still an amateur kidnapping attempt, but Creamy really wanted to know who he had annoyed so he went along with it.
The man he had disarmed stood back a little, as he should have done in the first place, and looked around himself before growling at Creamy.
“S’right, they got guns as well this time. Where’s your partner, the one who shot Thade?”
Putting on a face of polite incomprehension came naturally to Creamy as he pretended to search his memory.
“Umm.. Oh you mean the read-head with the glasses. That wasn’t my partner; she was just some piece of trim I picked up at the club. Your escapades scared her off thank you so very much, meaning I don’t know where she went” finished Creamy keeping his hands by his sides where the bearded man could see them.
“Right. Good”
The man nodded for his colleges to come over. Once they were both behind Creamy, the bearded man whispered some orders to Creamy.
“You follow that bloke to the car or that bloke will shoot you Charlie. Understand?” he said pointing to each of his partners in turn.
Creamy nodded a shallow bow to show he understood his orders and calmly walked off towards the car park sandwiched between two armed men keeping a safe distance from him. Creamy glanced back to see what the bearded man was up to; he was on his hands and knees looking for his gun.