Destiny

[jammi]

I continued to pace irritably around my room. I should never have entrusted such a vital task to an untrustworthy, double crossing pirate. Maybe I should have done it myself? Poison? Certainly not any form of physical violence, after all the BPA knows about that kind of thing and then my game would have been up. A Corsair attack would not look suspicious. Well... not contracted murder at any rate. People were killed by Corsairs every day.

At a rough guess, Id expect results in the next three or so days. Then maybe thered be a net-message, or a messenger telling me how sorry they were to inform me that my father had passed away. Of course Id have to attend the funeral to deflect suspicion, or the will reading at the very least. And then all that was his would be mine.

I continued to pace a little longer before flicking a monitor screen on. A blustered looking Colonial News Service reporter was mutely mouthing words into a microphone, while flames leapt into the sky behind her. A bar scrolled across the top of the screen, reading Fire fighters struggle to control ferocious blaze in Cambridge fields'. After that I was alert and turned the volume on.

The camera swung around to an airborne angle, probably from a skiff, panning over the leaping flames. I felt my blood run cold. I numbly felt for my communicator as it buzzed in my trouser pocket. Looking down, I felt the bile rising in my throat. They had my comms channels and knew my name...

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