A Routine Day at Whitson
10 Mar 2017R3dW1zard99
10 MAR 3303Another morning lost in my coffee in the cafe when the lackey of the Independent Values Party stopped by. She was old and wrinkled and worked for her superiors. I never learned why she was still an aide at her age, but I guess her career had taken a turn for the worse at one point. As she approached I wonder what old Margaret Wagner wanted with me today. I hate the political parties, they never stop asking for things.
After a few lines of niceties she revealed what she had come for: the party wanted to hit up a Federal supporter like me for 125,000 credits for the next election cycle. I lied and said that I was short at the moment. But it was a trap and I fell for it. Margaret was a slick one and after she had a short conversation on her talkline a guy appeared who I hadn't seen before. He was tall, dark, and dressed well, the type of operative that smells like credits ooze from his pockets.
He introduced himself as Travel Agent Lawrence Leach and he said that he knew a way that I could make some easy credits. Well, I've learned that no credits come easy, but what he wanted me to do was not one of toughest ways to earn them. He had a scientist working on ending civil wars. A peacenik or something like that who wanted to check out the Early Colonies at Delta Pavonis and then some Gas Vents at HIP 111755. I had no idea what the two places meant to each other, but I guess that's why I fly an Asp and the scientist does the research.
Anyway, I asked how much was in it for me and the figure was north of 1.4mil credits. I said sure I would make the run. An hour later I picked up Chief Scientist Alyssa Coleman. She wasn't a looker, much as I had expected, but she wasn't one of those demanding types either. She just wanted to get her research done without any attention and I said that's how I like to do things too. I had a first class cabin ready for the scientist and her two assistants and without delay we left Whitson Orbital.
The journey was uneventful...just how I like it. Nobody so much as scanned us and after 9 hops we were back at the old floating Whitson. I cashed in the data on that binary system at ICZ JN-S B4-6 for some pocket change and then directed my passengers to the lounge. And there was Leach, smiling from ear to ear. Why? Because right next to him was Margaret...with her hand asking for that donation.
Did I mention that I hated political parties?