'No records found. Sorry.'
'Check again, please'
'I am sorry, the records indicate the company of Stellar Shipping never existed.'
'Impossible! I worked for them for 5 years!'
'Sorry. I cannot help you.'
With that, Anthony Smythe turned on his heels and stormed out of the Leeds Registry Office.
'Outrageous!' He exclaimed as he passed the newsstands.
'Preposterous!' he shouted.
'How could they not know of Stellar Shipping?! I worked for the damn company for 5 years until they fired me!'. Anthony whipped out his hand-comm.
'Ethan, it's me, Anthony. Yeah... They said the same too... Look, I'll meet you on Manhattan in 2 days - the bar on the corner of 54th street 12 o'clock... Ok, yeah, see you there.'
By the time Anthony had got to the spaceport, all passenger services had left. He sat on a bench and pondered about the days events.
Since 2 years ago Stellar Shipping was one of the finest shipping companies out of Leeds. THe company was frequently praised for its' expert handling of H-Fuel and it won many awards. However since the Gallic events the company lost its' prized trade routes and soon descended into financial arrears. Anthony Smythe, despite being one of the first Captains of the company, was eventually laid-off, and has failed to find any long lasting job ever since. Not even the Armed Forces or the Police will take him. He was even contacted by some Mollies - but Anthony hated them ever since his father was killed by them.
Anthony has struggled to support himself in Bretonia and feels he has little else to do but to move abroad.
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