Nocturnal Movements
03 Mar 2018Milo Beaublanc
Had a less than pleasant visit from some friends of Dodgy Steve last night after less than 2 hours sleep. I woke up to find two knuckle-draggers staring down at me. I knew straight away that it wasn't a dream because one of them had a slightly too firm grip of my nuts that was causing me to sweat more than I like. He grinned like a demon while his more erudite colleague explained the position to me. It's great to see someone enjoying their work in this day and age when so many find it a grind. It appears that my mistake the other night on the gold run won't be as easily forgotten as I had thought. I have to pay back the rest of the crew for the lost time and reputation or face the consequences.
I went to see Connor but he gave me that faded smile that said I was on my own. I had to remind him again that I could have let the assassins kill him in that corridor before he would look through the upcoming mission requests.
It took him a while but he came up with something that should let me get back on an even keel. All I have to do is haul superconductors and gold for a couple of days, avoid pirates, spies and bounty hunters and I'll be back in the good books. Well, the "We won't kill you today" book, which is about as good as it gets around here.
So, back into the haulage business. What could possibly go wrong?