Ghent Coirse: It started with a bang

[Outrunner]

Amateur Stealth Mission
I walked past the countless slaves, who shook their manacles at me and warned me of the fate I had made for myself. I ignored them and assured myself that we would all make it out of here, dead or alive. Dead was better than the years of servitude I would have to put up with if this all went down the wrong pipe.

My gear was still tucked away in the corner under the loose scrap metal, and I was again thankful for my luck. Among the things I had brought aboard was an evo-suit, magnetic clasp gloves, a modified revolver, and enough plastic explosives to blast a hole open in Prison Station Fairbanks. I just wished I had brought some aspirin or something because my head felt like it had cracked open. Hell, maybe it had, and the adrenaline had just kept me from noticing until now. Either way, I had to work quickly.

Without hesitation I slipped on the suit, using the scrap to keep myself concealed as a guard entered the cargo bay to check on the slaves. I knew they didn’t really care what the prisoners did, but if they were to somehow get out, possibly by means of a saboteur, things could get nasty before the ship even landed. I didn’t have to be quiet as the cargo hold was already full of the sound of rattling chains, and even if I tripped I probably wouldn’t be noticed unless the guard was looking right at me.

I kept an eye on the guard, constantly peeking my head out of the makeshift fort in in the back of the ship. At this point we had started moving, and I had to make my move soon lest I never see the light of the stars again. It took a lot of patience, but the guard eventually left to do who knows what. Probably get a dose of Cardamine and ruin his whole life, poor sap. Lucky for him since after I was done here, he wouldn’t get the chance to endure such an unfortunate fate.

I jogged to the door at the end of the hold, and it was locked. I had a feeling this would happen and so I checked my revolver. Seven gigantic rounds, four armor piercing and three anti-personnel filled the chambers. I adjusted the cylinder a little so my first shot would be an anti-personnel round, and the next two would be the same. I had intended only to use one or two armor penetration rounds on this whole trip and let space do the rest, but my luck had its limits.