Son of a Gun: Chapter 2 "Hey there, handsome"
25 Sep 2016Simona Fujimori
25th September 3302 - Calor B 2 Surface, Calor, Federal SpaceI can see him coming my way from the cockpit - he is running like there's no tomorrow. I've been sitting here for hours waiting for something to happen and this could be it. Maybe that letter wasn't complete bullshit after all. Computer, run an identity check on the subject.
Just my luck, an escaped prisoner. Common sense tells me I should take off and stay out of trouble, but my gut disagrees. Open the hatch and let him come into the cargo hold. Make sure to lock it down once he is inside, we don't want him stepping into the cockpit. Only a safety precaution, Computer.
"Come on. Let's get the hell out of here before they notice I'm missing!" 
"Not so fast, handsome. You are trapped inside my cargo hold: I'm the one calling the shots. And please, don't yell over the intercom." "Ok, ok! Just look. Take me to Faraday Orbital in GD 215. I'll give you the info you want once we are there." "Try anything and you will regret it. Be a good boy and maybe I won't space you, alright?"So GD 215, a low-sec system and a great place to lay low if you want to remain unfound. My third day on the job and I'm already helping a fugitive. I have a bad feeling about this...
