Trouble is what else am I going do.

[Seh'ect]

Two years ago
Some where on New London

As always he woke sweat trickling down his back, he never could hold on to that dream. Not that it mattered much if it was enough to wake him he didnt want to, he reach over and took a cigarette form his jacket, set up and look hazily for a lighter...

"Hmm, where did...." He froze.

"Frak!"

"Good evening Seh'ect, really such profanity is not necessity.

The ogre of a man towered of the end of the bed, grinning like he wasnt all there.
Sehect scrambled for his pistol, *Crack*, the pain was immense, the man now stood by the side of the bed fixing the creases in his suit, Sehect lay sprawled on the other side of the bed, less a couple of teeth.

Please, it would be best if you didnt try that again, my employer values your safety

Who the Frak are you?

Sehect tried to stand but slumped back to the floor

I am Mr. Gilmore

He strode round the bed and extended his hand to help Sehect up. Lifting him of the floor like a child and placing him on the end of the bed.

You shouldnt be so brash boy, it will get you into trouble, now it is best if I speak and you listen, understand?

Sehect could do nothing but nod in agreement, his jaws just wouldnt open.

"Good, as I said before I am Mr. Gilmore, and believe me I know who you are; my employers would like to offer you a job.

Your employer, who do you work for? What make you think I want a job?

What about me gives you the impression you are being given a choice? As for my employer, He wishes to remain in the shadows for now, but you may think of him as a guardian angel so to speak.

There it was again that grin. Sehect didnt like this but he was curious.

So, what would this job be then Mr. Gilmore?

That is yet to be decided, when my employer wants you, I will come, in the mean time we will fund your new position in Sirius as a trader, you will be given a ship, the appropriate papers and funds to pick up you first lot of cargo.

Wait, you are going to what? I dont get it, you are going to just hand me a ship and creds?

No, you misunderstand we are not just going to hand you anything, the ship will belong to my employer, just as you do.

Wait one Fraking minute! I dont belong to anyone!

*Crack* There it was again, Sehect should of seen it coming, more teeth fell from his mouth, Mr. Gilmore straightened the cuffs of his suit.

In return for you service, a well as the ship and creds, we will wipe your record, and make the bounty on your head disappear, you will no longer have to hide in accommodation like this, of course Liberty space will still be of limits for the time being, cant risk someone recognizing my employers newest asset.

Mr. Gilmore briskly turned and picked up a briefcase that had been sitting beside the door, opening it he retrieved a folder, and flung it onto the bed beside Sehect who was still dazed by the head sized fist that had broken his nose.

One more thing Sehect, I must insist you see this man as soon as possible, I look forward to work with you in the future, Goodnight.

Mr. Gilmore left a business card on the bedside table before exiting the room as quietly as he entered. Sehect was still stunned, who was this guy? What did he want with him? Who the hell was his employer? His eye caught the folder on the bed next to him, he opened it, and couldnt believe his eyes, it was the paper copy of his flight license it also contained direction to a hanger at the starport where his new ship waited for him, and account details to a New London bank account that held ten million creds.

What the Frak? I need a cigarette.

Sehect stood and slowly wobbled his way to the bedside table, as he reached for his lighter he noticed the card Mr. Gilmore had left him, picking it up and staring at it, he couldnt help but smile(all be it rather painfully).

Mr.T.Fairy
Dentist
33521 Downing Street

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