It was not going to work, Russell could see that and he didnt exactly rate his powers of perception that highly. Years of drink had done a number on his grey matter. This plan was flawed. Even if the Corsairs didnt just send Liberty back Russells head, he hoped after so many years of contact with them that this would not be the case, he knew them well enough to know they wouldnt go for liberty pilots piloting Corsair ships. It just wasnt going to happen. At least he wasnt carrying the information. No he was just brokering the deal. If he got that far that is.
Russell had petitioned for his old crew to be reinstated for this job, all were treated well by the Corsairs, if not outwardly trusted. It would be easier to broker this deal if all faces at the table were known to each other.
Russell looked around the sparse interior of the transports cockpit. Nothing added since last hed flown the damn thing. Seems no-one had flown it since him. This suited Russell just fine, he didnt like people messing with his things and this was still his as far as he was concerned. The only thing theyd taken away was the booze supply, which was annoying to say the least.
Russell was in the Trade Lane headed for the Omega 11 Jumpgate, it was easier than navigating his way to the jumphole and would still give him that all important access into O-41 and from there a short hop to Gamma. Hed have to watch out for Hessians, but Russell knew this ship like the back of his hand. Hed never been caught by Hessians yet he was damn sure there wasnt going to be a first time. He arrived at the gate and punched the code for gate release. Bracing for the leap to jump space, Russell once again reflected how this wasnt going to work.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
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