Nickels and Nails

[Leo]

"Remember boys, the life of a Freelancer is well paid, as long as you don't go the route of a Mercenary." a father said to his two boys.

"What's a merkkanary?" said the smaller of the two boys.

"They're people...like Freelancers like your old man, but they're much more dark and will do many things to get their rightful money. Some Mercanaries are not bad however, but after a while money will corrupt them, turning them evil and bad."

"But Freelancers earn money too right?" said the bigger of the two boys.

"They do, but what we do, is different. We do escort missions, not maruading missions against other factions."

"What's murading?" both the boys said.

"I hope you boys never learn, but remember, keep your cards close to your chest at all times, no matter what the mission, you never know when you might need to high tail it out of there. And never let your enemies know what you have up your sleve, never even hint to it, them not knowing what you have to your advantage is the best defense you can ever have."

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Nails allowed his Avenger to touch down on the landing block aboard Buffalo and as he did so he heard the landing struts release the air stored inside them. He opened his canopy slowly and looked up, holding his handgun close to his person, and making sure the rifle on his back was steady and held tightly to his body to keep it from making noise. He swung his right leg up and slid down the outside of the ship. He climbed out the wing and hung off the edge, allowing himself to drop down to the floor.

The entire inside of the station was dark, emergency lighting illuminated the inside of the station. No other lights were on in the section, and there was no noise, only the noise of Nickels and Nails feet clanking across the station's metal floor.

"Any contacts?" Nickels whispered to Nails.

"Nothing." He wispered back. "This is really weird, normally this section is swarming with mechanics..."

"Yeah...lets go ahead and scout ahead, he's got to be here somewhere, keep your eyes open, at least you're right about that."

The two walked down the hallway, into darkness.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.

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