Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 022
Date: 03 - 10 - 817 AS @ 19:44 SUT
Title: Bictoabe. Because I can't think of anything better.

I just had a massive I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT AWAY WITH THAT moment.

So there I was, floating in high orbit over Manhattan, not doing much of anything, when along comes a Navy yacht and asks me, of all people, to hold onto one of his cargo crates whilst he fetched another ship, supposedly to save on docking charges or some such bulldust. Honestly, 500cr an hour? That's chump change for a ship like his. My pennypinch-o-meter went off the scales as I set the navmap to Rochester in anticipation. Not a single shred of an honest intention resided within my soul as I agreed to his request.

The bloke ejected the cargo pod into space, I scooped it up with the utility arm. He instructed me to fly to a nearby ship which was idling in space.

I engaged the ships' cruise engines and royally cheesed it to the Jersey debris field. The poor bastard had no chance. I was outside of radar range before he even knew what was going on.

Got back to Rochester, cracked the crate open and lo-and-behold, it's a Light Mortar. That'll surely be worth a pretty penny to one of the goons around here.

I'm sure someone, somewhere will read this entry millions of years in the future after humanity is extinct and think "what a roosterhead". If you're dumb enough to hand over something to a Junker without any material guarantee you deserve never to see it again.

Oh, I may have forgotten to mention I went to Okinawa, met some really pretty young girls, got into a spat with Misaka over aforementioned girls, sold them a lifetime supply of MOX, gotten into a fight with the Kusari Navy, gotten into a fight with the Hogosha, etcetera, etcetera.

All in all a good couple weeks.

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