The meeting

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A light civilian ship undocked quickly from it's usual home, the unknown figure piloting it seemed to be in a hurry to reach the jump hole to the Yukon system, the guard station already checking his transmitter upon approach, as well as informing about the anomalies current status. The civilian ship quickly vanished.

The trip was short enough for the person piloting the craft not to get too annoyed, soon enough, the siluet of the freeport grew and grew, until he was finally contacted by the nav operators onboard, to who he quickly demanded a docking permission.

"Welcome on board Freeport 14" said the docking operator, after the Griffin class vessel finally set down on the landing pad, technicians quickly scurrying in to begin refueling and tending to the craft, but were quickly dismissed by it's owners glare.

The young man in his twenties didn't seem too pleased with the choice of the place for such a delicate meeting, but he still tried to convince, that it was someone else who picked the remote station in the middle of nowhere. He once more fidgeted in his new uniform, that of a freelancer, he did not enjoy it one bit, where were the rum and oil stains, where was the usual rogue like feeling. Now he was but a stranger, a empty face on this station.

Upon arriving to the bar, he was very relieved to see, that not only the place was deserted, but those who he seeked to meet were not here just yet. All the reason to check for any kind of devices, he thought to himself.

Soon he was already checking under the desk, not before someone behind him spoke. A young woman, the bar's helper most likely.

"Sir...what are you doing?"

Crack

"Sir! Are you allright?"

Andrew Mort silently cursed to himself as he rubed over the small bump on the back of his head, wondering who the hell made desks so heavy, he looked up at the woman, before he sat up and motioned her closer to him.

"Sir are..."
"Silence...what is your name.."
"Ari..."

She was quickly cut off and pushed away.

"No matter, leave me be, if I catch you in the same room with me, you shall not live too long"

The woman seemed part confused and part annoyed, but after the man stood up smiled gently, she relaxed, yet suddenly tensed up, as he was holding one arm around her, in a friendly hug, his chin on her shoulder, her eyes wide, feeling something sharp press to her belly, his other hand was still covered by the long jacket he wore, thus perfect for hidden weapons.

"Do not make me repeat myself, dear one...run along."

Mort smiled at her just as sweetly, kissed her cheek and sat down on the vacant stool, placing the fold-back knife on the desk next to the ash tray and got out a small pack of cigarettes, lighting one, he took it in between his lips, waiting. Only a sharp eye would notice that he was so lost in thought, tho, that he never did make a good draw of the cheap smoke, instead, he watched it slowly burn to the filer, before it was simply spat out into the ash tray.