Whispers in the Dark

[Vulkhard Muller]

Rick sat in a worn but still plush leather chair waiting patiently for his guest to arrive. He was somewhat nervous, though he had spoken to the man many times; this would be the first time they met in person. He wasn't concerned for his safety per se, more how this conversation would go. Disturbing a retired man rarely goes well. He made it a point to clear any contraband from this wing of the station, though he had a level of trust for the man he was waiting for; he wasn't about to tempt him with an easy charge if he wanted it.

The sounds of the station reverberated down the halls, even on a quiet day the noise from the numerous station bars alongside the reactor echoed around the interior giving a constant rumble that he just couldn't stand. He walked over to a wooden box with ornate carvings inlaid with Gold and Silver. Lifting the top revealed it to be an Antique Phonograph seemingly of Gallic make given the Royal Fleur-de-Lis emblazoned upon the inside the box. He lifted the arm and set it to play. Gallia may be a bunch of stuck up snobs but they have excellent taste in music.

He poured himself a drink, and returned to the chair to await his guest.

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