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[Andrew_Bonesovich]

It was quiet around, the Tau gate construction site was nearly abandoned, just a few miners and workers were here. Remoteness of this station was perfect for Privateers. Michael Geare was one of them.

Michael's last few nights were spent in local bar, spending all his money on booze and women, and the rusty Challenger in hangar was used only as a place he'd sleep. His Eagle didn't see space even longer.

This night, he was returning back from the bar pretty drunk, as always. As he slowly climbed up into the ship, he saw a message light bleeping on the ship's desk. He opened the message, and started reading. After reading it three times before he realized what it is, he's sent a simple reply.

"This is Mich. I'm alive."

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A criminal always returns to the crime scene.