The Fall of Bonn

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"So, the deal is simple. 20 million credits, sent through a legal organisation, in return for the I-1-273. Good?"

Ijin extended his hand across to the man infront of him. He was trying to keep the business as short and professional as possible, he wasn't use to dealing with these people and he didn't fancy staying any longer than he had to, especially as the cameras in the room would be online again soon.

"Perhaps. Is that the robot in that crate?"

Ijin started to feel nervous. The man he was talking to wasn't anything extraordinary in terms of strength or build, he was a slight man with narrow shoulders and a small head.
The more worrying aspects were his two friends and their individual bodyguards. Together they numbered five and he numbered one, and they were no doubt armed.

"Yes, however it still needs to be activated by myself and our central command unit."

The man, who referred to himself as Alexander Scholtz, turned to his friends and gave the slightest nod, at which they took out what Ijin thought were Detroit made blasters.

"I am afraid that we will be taking the robot as a gift and leaving your body here as a gift to your company."

The main thought running through Ijin's head was one of panic. He did not want to die. Not today, nor tomorrow. He wanted to live.

"I-I'm sure we can work something our Mr Scholtz! Jus-just put the guns down and we can talk about thi-"

"Bonn Station is under attack. Battleship Strausberg has opened fire against our turrets. Transports with marines have been seen heading towards several airlocks. Proceed to your nearest emergency point and stand by for further instructions."

As the message rang out, Ijin noticed the men look away. Taking it as his chance he gave the crate a kick, while pushing off it towards the nearby room door.
Shouting after him, the men's blasters rang loud as they released high powered shots in the small room, burying themselves in the walls.
Ijin was out of the door before they could fire again and running down the corridor towards a more public, central area, hopefully crowded with people.

Glancing down as he ran, he pulled a small holo-pad out of his pocket and searched for nearby signals. Finding what he wanted, he inputted his security code and began the start up sequence.
Soon Scholtz might be the one run running.

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