Hunting the hunter

[r3vange]

The cigar taste in her mouth and the fading aroma of whiskey still radiating when she breathed out was all
that's left of the night before. It was a slow day no patrols, no major incidents on the station nothing to keep
her mind occupied and away from the slight hangover she had... Samantha Marquez in all her splendour
decided to take a break from doing nothing and gracefully crossed her legs on the desk showing complete
and utter disregard for the damage her heels did to the desk's finish.

Suddenly her laptop came to life with a monstrous symphony of bleeps and sequels indicating that a new
message has been received. The sound didn't startle her at all just annoyed every last of her being....
"After one millennia of developing computer technology and we still can't get the
"You've got a mail" tone right"" she thought. Upon opening the message and reading for a bit the
corners of her mouth started twisting upwards not unlike the tail of a cobra ready to attack, the intent
provoking the twist was the same as well...










[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FFCCCC]"Some trouble you two have gotten into..."

Sam mumbled to herself while dialling a number on her phone.

[color=#FFCCCC][font=Palatino Linotype]"Halsey! Prepare the MNS-Implosión and position it in the Tau-37 system, then meet me on the
Freeport, I have something rather important that we need to take care of"

[font=Palatino Linotype]"Alright see you there"

Samantha got up and headed to her room which was not far from the office, there she changed into her
flight suit and headed to the hangar bay

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