Marked

[Reeves]

Turning back to face his tired and perhaps bruised passenger, the pilot grinned and bid her farewell with a playful announcement. "Thank you for choosing Free Republic Starlines, please exit the craft in a calm and orderly fashion and put all trays and seats in an upright position." The words served no actual purpose other than to act as entertainment, at the end of what must have been a horribly boring journey for him.

Though Olivia would hardly be aware of this fact, the craft all stationed here appeared to be almost entirely former DSE mining ships that had ditched their former occupations due to wages being slashed or preferential treatment towards foreign labor that had consumed the planet in recent years. This hideout was a focus point to fan the flames of dissidents on the surface, and to protect them if their voices became so loud that the police would come looking. Anyone disgruntled with the status quo of Liberty could, through some effort and the right connections, find their way here and start life again as a rebel. To bring her to such a clandestine location was no doubt a touchy subject, hence the mark on her shoulder and the complicated transportation arrangement. Looking down to inspect the floor would yield creative advice as to how to find Morreti, his mark was crudely painted across a metal plate, and from it stretched out a thick red and black line which lead out of this deck.

It would be simple enough to follow the line straight to whom she was here to see.

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