The meeting

[Guest]

But Mort had already left. As soon as he smelled the hint of danger, he had sliped away like the thousands of times he had done so before. In or out of his ship, Andrew Mort was a slippery man indeed.

Nothing was left on the station to remind of his visit, the young bartender girl was found murdered with a clean cut to her throat and torso, laying in a puddle of her own blood in the back of the bar.

Mort had left the station in mere moments, the light civilian craft had undocked and flown off towards an unknown route, with or without the pilot, it did not matter. Both Julia and Seth would be contacted again soon once more.