All My Sins Remembered

[Sarah McFarlen]

Sarah McFarlen

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The dead man's apartment was surprisingly comfortable. Two bedrooms branched off from a spacious central living area, gilding a kitchen outfitted with the latest in stolen appliances; relics from a time before the Vagrant Raiders had, at least in polite company, relinquished the second half of their name. Nothing had really changed though. People rarely did. Sure, they put on new faces and tried out new names, but a wolf was still a wolf, regardless of how many layers of wool it taped on. Kane's words drifted through her mind, unbidden; I think I've got something for you in the way of living arrangements for however long you need. Used to belong to an... associate who is thankfully no longer with us, in multiple senses of the euphemism.

At least he was honest. Somehow, she didn't think Alex would appreciate the virtue.

The young Rheinlander walked beside her, bag slung easily in one hand. The pair had barely spoken since they touched down on Barrier Gate. Sarah didn't mind. Freeports were infamous for their surveillance, and Barrier Gate was just a Freeport without the diplomatic niceties when you got down to it. Sarah dumped her own bag atop a bench with a clatter and turned to face him. "Your room's on the end there." She nodded toward the fork. "Pick either one. I'll probably sleep aboard Harmless anyway. Things can get a little... Hectic here, but you should be okay if you want to have a look around later. Just don't buy anything from a Junker. Or talk to anyone. Or make eye contact if you can help it." Slim shoulders rose and fell in a shadow of a shrug.

"Other then that, you'll be fine. Most of the people here are too busy worrying about their own secrets to try and figure yours out." Her bag's strap groaned in protest as she slung the fabric over her shoulder again, fighting to avoid toppling over. Packing light was a myth, as far as she was concerned. If you left things out, how could you possibly be ready when the excretion hit the extractor? "I'm going to grab some sleep. We're due at Buffalo tomorrow, so I'd do the same if I were you. Oh, and- " She dropped the bag again, fishing around for a moment before she found what she was looking for. She tossed the handgun to Alex, magazine and holster following it a moment later. "Might want to start wearing that now. I figured you'd bring your own, but just in case." Sarah buckled a second pistol to her hip. "It's more an accessory around here then anything. People'll start to ask questions if you're not carrying something. Trust me, I tried it once." She picked up the bag with a grin vaguely reminiscent of a coyote. She was home. "Welcome to the Barrier."

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"This is really sort of a personal project of mine."

- James Arland, on single-handedly engaging an enemy regiment.

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