Pitch Black

[valen]

"Luxury Liner Leavenworth will be departing Freeport 4 in 30 minutes. Designated system, Kansas." - An announcement was heard over the ship communication system, probably the same boy that checked Michael's ticket, so he chuckled knowing that the boy is probably still scared of him.

"Time to make some friends here." - Michael said as he was cleaning his blade from blood that was left on it from past events.

The room was a mess, Michael made it that way, hiding its beauty for which he didn't care. The view from his room was a breathtaking one, and Michael stood up and approached the glass, cleaning the blade for the entire way, without looking at it. Stars were distant, and his mind wandered towards them.

Michael snapped out of confusion, realizing that the hour is late, and he needs to quicken his actions. Slowly did he hide the blade under the bed, and proceeded out of the room, locking it behind him with the coded key, and placing the "Do not disturb" sign on the door.
He started walking to the bar on the deck, and slowly his pace quickened, until he started running, what caused many VIP's disdained looks. He seemed thoughtful as he was running through the hallways, but he was more observant then one could notice, as he stopped near the emergency exit when he saw the deck plans. Quickly did he grab the deck plans as he knew it will help him find his way through the deck more quickly, and if need arises, more safely.

"There, the bar. Best place to start looking for a lowlife **** such as Decker." - Michael said as he pointed a finger at the deck plan.

Michael slowed his pace as he was approaching the bar, no need to enter it looking exhausted, not the right way to leave the impression he wanted. So he stopped near the entrance to catch his breath, until finally he entered the bar.
Carefully did he observe the surroundings in the bar, the people there, quickly he realized who is a threat to him if there is any trouble here. The bartender was cleaning glasses, and looking at Michael, so Michael approached him.

"Listen, I need to find Decker. You know where he is?" - Michael asked while looking the bartender in the eyes, and handing over a thousand credits.

The bartender doubted what to do at first, but he took the money in the end, "Nope, never seen him."

"What? You little ****! Took my money and now you tell me you don't know?! Arghhhh! Here, take another thousand you little ****!" - Michael responded in anger, and the bartender realized not to mess with this one, but the security there was strong, so he just nodded to the guard near the entrance.

"Chill out man. Decker you say? Yeah I know him. Wasn't here for a long time though. I heard he got killed by someone. Don't know for sure." - By the time he finished the sentence the guard came to Michael, and asked him to leave, not politely that is for sure. He grabbed him by his shoulder and pushed outside of the bar.

Michael's anger was rising, as his try to locate Decker was unsuccessful, and he did not tolerate unsuccessfulness, not even his own.

"Luxury Liner Leavenworth departing Freeport 4 in 5 minutes. Designated system, Kansas. Please, prepare for jump."

"****, just what I needed." - Michael said as he proceeded to his room.

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