The Bornholm Chop Shop

[Yngen]

A console above Tex's avionics diagnostic screen started blinking with a transmission. The beep startled Tex while his head and upper body were buried deep into the thruster nozzle of a new ship he was constructing. With a grunt, the Junker began pulling himself out, knocking his head against the coolant hose on his way out.

"Ahh, piece a JUNK!"

Ignoring the irony of his own statement the Junker kicked the ship and stubbed his toe on it.

"Sun of a biscuit!"

Hopping on one foot and swearing to himself, Tex approached his message console and brought up the new message.

Tex,

Get the boys together and go back to Houston. I got dirty Lib police crying because Prospector is back. Unfortunately I can't join you so you'll have to lead them. I should be back in a month or two.

Good luck, and get payed,

SiD

Tex looked at the screen for a few more moments. The boss wasn't usually this cryptic...but that didnt matter, this meant he was goin home.

Tex turned around and looked at the project he was about to complete.

"Tahm to test this piece o junk out."

the junker left for the bar where he knew he'd find Scrapper John. They had preperations to make.

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