The Untold

[Domjan]

Pt 3: "A Helping Hand"

The Man was beginning to get a bit nervous while approaching Diane, he couldn't
but notice how pretty and attractive she was. A few droplets of sweat came down
from his forehead. He approached the table.

The Man: "Excuse me? Ms. Diane?"

Diane looked up to The Man, he is around 30 years old
and around 190 cm tall, he has a short brown neat hair and
fresh shaved face, along with brown eyes.

Diane: "How may I help you?"
The Man: "The b-bartender told me you could possibly have a job for a man without a ship?"

Diane raised her eyebrows looking at him, while
she was looking at him she began to take more interest
for the stranger.

Diane: "What happened to yours then?"
The Man: "I... I don't know."
Diane: "You don't know?"
The Man: "I prefer not to talk about it if possible."

There was a note of panic in his voice and Diane noticed it.

Diane: "I have something, not really top of the class but it should do for now. So what do you say, deal?"
The Man: "As long as it's flying I'm fine."
Diane: "Allright then, I'll take you to the hangar."

Diane stood up leaving couple of credits on the table,
he was following her footsteps until they reached the hangar.

Diane: "Here we are."

Diane pushed a button and opened the hangar.
In the middle was standing an old and rusty Moldy Crow.



Diane: "It has some basic equipment and no weapons but it should do for now."

The Man was walking around the Moldy Crow inspecting her, not bad, not bad at all,
it's fast, I do not need nothing else. Just to get out of here and find some answers...
But... Obligations come first and this Crow isn't free.

The Man: "So what do I need to do in return?"
Diane: "I need you to go to Tau-29 and ask around about a friend of mine on Shinkaku station,
I will upload all of the co ordinates for you so you do not have to worry, you also
have a radio transmitter in the ship so contacting me after you reach the station won't
be a problem. My friend goes by the name of Isabella Sinclaire. She doesn't respond
to any of my e-mails or messages, so I need you to go there and ask around."
The Man: "I understand, I will contact you when I reach the station."
Diane: "Oh and good luck!"
The Man: "Thank you."

They both stood there and looked at each other for a second,
then everyone parted their own ways, this should not be too hard.
The Man thought to himself. However, my questions remain
unanswered... But, where did I learn to pilot fighters!?
Who am I? How did I end up here in the bar? All I remember
before it is a bad dream.