Destiny

[jammi]

Listen Corsair. There is a Bretonian man I was dead, and I have twenty million credits to ensure the job is done. If you dont want to take the job, Ill take my business elsewhere! I was bluffing. There was no-one else I knew about. The Corsair gave a low whistle. The targets name is Lord George Aldridge. Ill give you all the information you need. Are you interested?

The Corsair slouched back in his seat, with a dark look on his face. Aldridge, the Bretonian Lord... I know of him, as does the Familia. Ill consort with mi Don, Im sure hell be interested in taking him... Alive. I grinned on the inside but shrugged on the outside.

I need him dead. Cut the deal to fifteen million and you can do what you want with him. Alive or dead father was soon to disappear. If my suspicions about what the Corsairs wanted him for were correct, he wouldnt be alive for long. It was more than likely they had been on the losing side of one of my fathers more ambitious and less legal schemes. That was that aspect taken care of. I handed the Corsair a data chip containing specifications of my fathers pleasure yacht and its intended route for the following week.

The Corsair grinned deceitfully and handed the chip to Mendez before snapping off a sentence in rapid Hispanic and laughing. The woman smirked. I stood and walked back to the Dauntless, dreaming happy dreams of the future and how to repay the Corsair for his insolence. And then came the fear.

The fear of failure.

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