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Hawk · 04-03-2012, 06:14 AM,

Mac walked into the pub and looked around. This was a little nicer than the establishment on Trafalgar. It was actually a lot higher class than any place she would usually go. 'Great', she though, 'I'll probably have to pay twice as much for my drinks here.' She walked to the bar and ordered a stout. As she was reaching for the glass, a hand tapped her shoulder from behind. She turned to see a large man looking down at her. He handed her a small data chip. She took the chip and slid it into her own reader. The proper code and identification appeared on the screen. She grabbed her drink and followed the man who was already walking away to a booth in the back.

The large man stepped aside motioning to the booth where a short thin man was seated looking out at the pub. Mac slid into the seat across from him and let him introduce himself. 'I guess you're Mac. You can call me Trevor.'

Mac nodded to him, 'How can I be of service to you today?'

'I'm always looking for skilled pilots. I hear you're near best there is when it comes to small freighters.'

'I get the job done.'

'Well, that's what it's really all about isn't it? My people are preparing to load your ship as we speak. The cargo is mostly food and medical supplies. There are a few other trinkets thrown in there that have moderate value, but I'm not too worried about that. You are free to sell the cargo or dump it as you see fit. Whatever you are able to get for it is yours. You've probably realized by now I'm not too concerned with what's in your hold. When you get back to the pad my people will be waiting for you. You will be given two separate data chips. I'd prefer no one get near either one of them, but whatever happens it is most important that no one is able to steal both of them. Either chip will be useless by itself. Are you following me?'

Mac nodded to him.

'Good. I assume you can find your way to Arranmore.'

Again she nodded. 'I've never actually been there but I can find it as long as you can get me in the door.'

He slid something across the table to her. 'This will help with that. Just transmit this code when challenged and they'll let you through. They will actually be expecting you. This information is very important to our cause. You have no need to know the details, but know that it is important. This is why we can't risk transmitting it.'

'I think I see where you are going with this. When will you be ready for me to leave?'

'My people will be at the landing pad when you get back. They'll give you whatever you need.'

'Ok, I'm going to run a quick errand since I'm here and then head back to my ship. I'm hoping to put this planet behind me in a few hours.'

'That's the kind of attitude I like. I think we will both be enjoying this little arrangement. You'll find this pays rather well if you can keep up the pace.'

'No problem there, I guess I'll be seeing you.' Mac got up from the table and walked back out to her scooter. She had some ground to cover and wanted to get it done and get back to her ship. The less time she spent here the better. She sped through several turns until she came to an older part of the town known as Little Dublin. She had never spent much time here, but she knew how to find what she was looking for. She parked outside one of the shops and walked in. There was and elderly gentleman behind a wooden counter who looked up as she walked in.

'Don't see too many Junkers in this part of town. What can I do fer you ma dear?'

'Just looking for a little whiskey. I hear this is the place to come for the good stuff.'

'I think we can help you with that.' He reached under the counter and produced a bottle. Grabbing a glass with his other hand he poured a bit and handed it to her.

'I've definitely come to the right place. Can I get four cases of that packed in a shipping crate?'

'You can if you've got the credits. I don't give no credit to Junkers.'

'Typical. Yes, I can pay, but I'm in a hurry so if you can get that crate out here I'd appreciate it.'

Five minutes later she had the crate loaded and was headed back to the spaceport. One of the same police officers was on duty near her landing pad as she returned.

'Back again Junker, I guess you'll be leaving now.'

'On my way. Lovely little place you have here, but it's just not my style.'

His partner began to inspect the crate she was carrying. 'So', he asked her, 'where might you be taking all this whiskey?'

'It's not really that much. Just enough to keep me happy until I come back this way again.'

'So, where exactly are you going then?'

'I don't remember that being part of the conversation.'

'It is because I asked you.'

'I'm taking a trip. I don't feel the need to share more details than that. Unless you are going to charge me with a crime you're just going to have to deal with that.'

'Careful Junker, a little friendly attitude might do you well around here.'

'I'll keep that in mind, maybe we can discuss it when I return.' She maneuvered past them and approached her ship. Once the had the scooter secured back in its compartment, she slid the crate of whiskey in the small compartment behind the cockpit. She did a quick preflight to make sure the ship was ready for take off. As she was finishing two men approached her. One of them handed her a small package.

'This is from Trevor', the man told her, 'I believe you can figure out what to do with it. There's a few things in your hold for you as well. Have a safe journey.'

As the men walked away Mac noticed the two BPA officers taking note of their conversation. She decided it was time to leave and move up to the cockpit. Not a good time to not be making friends with the local law enforcement. This was the same reason she decided to leave Liberty. Being friendly with the cops was helpful, but they just weren't her kind of people.

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