Riveting tale, Chap

[Yaoquizque]

Manhattan spaceports were almost always packed.
Getting a slot wasn't easy.

Of course there was those users having priority... Navy personnel, Medical vessels, Sometimes Police and of course... The mysterious LSF.
What an independent freelancer running aground could do except waiting for a free slot and hoping for someone to not pinch it at the last minute?

Anyhow... That evening wasn't making exception.
Oh yes... Indeed. A Sunday that was. They were always terrible in that regard.

Logan was already cursing because of that cab pilot who insisted - probably to get an higher bill - to take the touristic road to reach the spaceport...
... And when he eventually stepped into the hall, he shook his head, almost successfully repressing a sigh.

He wouldn't be leaving that damn rock until at least a few hours - if not tomorrow.
Cursing once again, he headed to his ship...





The landing slots of such a big spaceport were quite a maze, but he became used to it... With time.
He opened the airlock and entered in the hold. Examining his load, he cursed for the third time.. Those wouldn't make it if he had to wait his turn to take off.

Logan closed the refrigerator he just opened and headed to the cockpit of the vessel, muttering something about that stupid Unbewust who wasted his time for nothing.
Sitting on his flight chair, the man then stayed there during a while, drumming his fingers on the console impatiently.

"Ah dang it. And too bad for Trisha."
Trisha was a relative working in LPI. She would probably cut his head off if she heard what he was about to do.

Cutting the links with the traffic regulation center and turning off assisted piloting, he started the engines of the Dromadery.
The vessel rose only by one meter and the control was already after him. No time to lose.

He turned off the last securities and started to take off, looking around cautiously to avoid any guided vessel that could bump into the Albedo.
Now the voices on the comms were starting to be really angry. Nonchalantly he switched off his transmitter and started to head out of the atmosphere of Manhattan.

There were little chances for him to be arrested... After all, LPI had bigger fishes to fry...
However... It happened.




Logan jumped when his vessel trembled as someone was shooting at him.
Soon after, a patriot showed up on his left. Its pilot seemed to shout all he could.

Logan smiled and waved at him.
In response, the LPI pilot thumbed down to intimate him to return to the astroport.

Logan was still waving, grinning.
"Yes yes. Look at that cheerful idiot." He said to himself as he was doing friendly gesture to the LPI pilot.

He then saluted.
"You really think i will follow you back there, don't you?"

The pilot reproduced again the gesture with more authority while another warning shot was absorbed by the Albedo's shield.

He made the gesture he understood and lowered his speed.
... And when the two pilots were starting to believe that strange vessel was complying, it suddenly turned around and moved out of the atmosphere in a blink.

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