Marked

[Toaster]

Olivia rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Sure, shuttle service it is. Haven't used public transportation in a while." She chuckled lightly and strode off towards the hangar, reading the information on her PDA as she went. The next shuttle to the nearest civilian outpost was scheduled to depart in twenty minutes - twenty minutes she planned on killing by reading up on the other individuals that had replied to the job offer on the neural net. Having at least a vague idea of whom she was up against would grant her at least a slight advantage during the interview with Price.

Sitting down on a bench in the docks, she scrolled through the candidates' resumes. Most of them were just more locals from Pittsburgh, mostly former miners and security guards looking for a quick buck. A few others were actual mercenaries, probably down on their luck and stranded in Liberty, hoping to gather enough cash to get back out into the great dark yonder. Compared to them, Olivia was more than overqualified. One potential rival, however, caught her eye.

His alias on the job exchange was 'Beige'. For a second, Olivia hesitated. Then she tapped her finger on his profile to view its content.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath. The username had rung a bell but she had hoped it wouldn't actually be someone she knew. She was disappointed. Arthur 'Beige' Beaumont, a former colleague and wingman of hers during her time in the Omegas. For whatever reason, he - an accomplished mercenary with all the options in the sector - had applied to some ill-paid muscle job on a backwater world for some unimportant police employee. She had no idea he had come to Liberty and even less of a clue why he would be interested in this kind of business. But he could be trouble, at least as far as competition was concerned.

Before she could start seriously worrying about her acquaintance's presence on Pittsburgh, however, a blast of fresh air - as fresh as air on the planet could be - rushed through the hangars as the bay doors opened, admitting a small atmospheric shuttle craft into the cavern. Cursing under her breath, Olivia tucked her PDA under her vest and jumped up from her bench, hurrying towards the shuttle.

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Olivia Sable