So they all say.

[Yaoquizque]

Samuel gazed once again at the young woman sat between Albert and Monroe. She looked anxious, like most of the people ending here.
But something didn't ring true in her attitude.
His trouble actually came from his incapacity to put a finger on what exactly.

The twenty years he spent working in the security staff here and there granted him a sixth sense.
It was thanks to it he succeeded to dodge all those attempts to stab him in the back... In short to survive in the zoo Junker stations used to be at times.

And something was telling him this sweet little face was hiding something.
'Aren't we all hiding something?' was his thought at that moment, as Albert was interrogating her again about the reasons of her presence on Bornholm.

She already answered a lot of questions. Samuel went over what they knew again.

Moira Howard. Born on Sheffield Station.
Mechanic degree at the university of... What was the name again?

Well those informations didn't really matter anyway. It would take months to have them verified, if they ever bothered to.

Served on several wrecks. The last one was the 'Betty', an old freighter. Captain Carlin Allen. Known smuggler.
She returned alone. Started to roam for a while on the station.

And the murders began. Coincidence?
Samuel didn't believe in those.

Monroe gave a side-look at Samuel, who nodded in return. Perhaps it was time to thicken things.
The clans wanted this mess to stop. And Samuel was free to use any means at his disposal to make it so and... Anyhow... This smooth skinned girl wasn't belonging to any of them.
Nobody would miss her if something regrettable happened.

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'Moira' was observing the three men while playing her role. The two henchmen wouldn't be too hard to deal with. They were already considering her as a harmless being, only able to cry and to irradiate fear. The one appearing to be their boss however...

The primates started to be bored. The woman winged quite convincingly while one of them was beating her to facilitate her need to confide.
She leaned in order to spit some blood on the ground. The one called Monroe eventually came closer to her as she was whispering something between her teeth in a monotonic tone.

~~~

Samuel was shot down before he could get on his feet. It simply happened too quickly for him to identify how it did actually start.
Now he had all the time in the universe as he was lying on the ground, vaguely conscious of the shadow that was slowly walking to him, he attempted to reconstruct the last seconds.

Yes...
It did start when Monroe bent over to listen to the whining woman. He suddenly staggered, preventing blood to squirt from his chin strap. That's when the noise of a firearm could be heard, and that Samuel noticed with incredulity his jacket turned red.

He had the time to move painfully in order to look at the killer. She was looking at him - was it disdain... Or amusement in her eyes? The last thing he saw was the sole of her boots conscientiously crushing his face.

~~~

The old 'Betty' eventually made it out of the station. 'Moira' felt what could pass for satisfaction, as she notices on her scans the presence of what 'she' already knew to be there.
Now the energy primary source was down, it wouldn't take long for the cruiser to rip this place into shards.

Another tool to add to the collection. And the bigger the collection was, the easier it was getting. Soon, tools would stop being necessary. Then, there wouldn't be any more left to conquer. And maybe that would be a sad occurrence.
Perhaps...

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