Destiny

[jammi]

I was seated in a booth in the corner of the room, which was filling up with cigar and cigarette smoke from a group of dock workers that had just entered. The detective was keeping an eye on me from the bar.

There was a large TV screen placed strategically behind the bar in order to draw the eye to the multitude of drinks there were on offer. There was a obscure sport that I presumed and hoped, was confined solely to Rhienland, playing.

One of the dockworkers, a large bald man of about six foot, probably about twenty-five, peeled away from his group and walked to the bar. As he looked away from me, to order something off a blackboard placed on the bar surface I noticed a tattoo on his neck. It was the same symbol that Hans had been wearing on a chain around his neck.

This time I was spooked. I had definitely seen the symbol previously. This time I took my communicator out and brought up the drawing feature and sketched a quick copy of the rune for later reference.

What was the chance of two individuals wearing an identical symbol, of intricate detail, when it was highly probably that neither had met in their lives, added to the fact that each resided half way across a solar system from the other?

Much alike my sighting of Eloni, the chances of such a thing occurring were tiny, if not seemingly impossible. I promised myself that I would look into this mysterious symbol as soon as I had the time. Maybe a cross reference on one of Cambridges databases?

I pocketed the communicator and watched the man carefully.

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