Son of a Gun: Chapter 4 "Lighter than money"
28 Sep 2016Simona Fujimori
28th September 3302 - Wolf Landing, LTT 305, Independent SpaceExhausting. My muscles feel the struggle against the forces of gravity and its suffocating habit of keeping me to the ground. Pick up the gun. It's small, discreet and untraceable: exactly what I need. Weighs like a rock, but then again, I'm on a high-G world.
I'm getting close to Aztlan. It is only wise to arm myself before going after a man wanting to remain unfound. Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but if it does, I must not hesitate. I'll take this one.
As I leave the alley I can't help but feel that guns are lighter than Credits. Indeed, a bizarre way of self-relief.
