Destiny

[jammi]

There is an ancient saying, the patient hunter gets the prey. We do not live by that ethos senor. It appears you ordered us to hit your very own father. That was a little cold amigo. And yes we know who you are Steven Aldridge. I assume you wanted him dead for inheritance, Si? Well you might find your inheritance has suffered a little collateral damage - but remember amigo, your entire bloodline was marked. That did not die with your father. Well be seeing you soon, no? The link snapped shut and I promptly threw up over the cold metal floor.

A few seconds later I was fine, admittedly slightly paler than normal and languishing in mental turmoil, but otherwise fine. I resumed watching my house burn on the news channels, wincing as sections exploded or wings collapsed. I wondered how the Corsair had managed it. There was no way he could have got into the planets docking ring was there? That would have required them to hack the Planetary Defence Grid mainframe.

I resumed my pacing, stepping around the vomit, wracking my brain for any way I could twist this turn of events to my advantage. Maybe selling the property for land value alone? A developer would jump at the chance to purchase a piece of Cambridge prime property. Or another New London aristocrat seeking a summer retreat. I did a few mental calculations and estimated I might be able to make one, maybe two million credits out of it. Not good enough. After that I pressed the assistance button and stepped out the room. A droid appeared, so I pointed into my room and stalked off.

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