Pitch Black

[valen]

"Finally managed to find where the ****ing Liner is, Freeport 4." - Michael muttered as he was getting ready, "I need to avoid attention when I get there, so I'll need to take a room. Arghhh why can't I just kill everyone! Would've been a lot easier!"

"Now where did I put all that cash that I had?!" - He said in anger and with lack of self confidence, as he was not used to this, "Ahhh here it is. Good, this will be enough." - He closed the case.

After a long trip through open, cold and lonely space, he finally arrived in visual range of the station. What a beauty to a lonely eye. He approached closer, and turned off the auto pilot for a hands on approach.

The station granted him permission to land and he did it with haste, since the Liner was soon departing, leaving an impression that his piloting skills are those of an amateur, what aggravated him.

He locked his ship with the special code, and activated the self defenses, and paced to the line that was boarding the Liner. The VIP's were staring at him, as he clearly didn't belong there. Finally Michael arrived to the ticket master.

"I am going to need a room. Any room will do."

"Apologies Sir, we have none available." - The ticket boy said while looking him with abhorrence.

"Ahhh just my ****ing luck!" - Michael muttered in his chin, and noticed that the ticket boy was looking him with despise, "You have a problem with me boy?"

"No Sir."

"Honey everything will be ok! It is just a trip to Kansas, and I'll call you once I arrive. Love you!" - Michael heard a voice further behind him, "Bye honey I need to go to the bathroom!" - The man moved away from the waiting line and went into the men's room. Michael saw his opportunity, and rushed in his direction.

He entered the men's room, and locked the doors. The man he was following was washing his hands and Michael approached him from the back, and with a quick move smashed his head on the glass, knocking him unconscious, or even worse. He searched him and found his ticket, then exited the men's room, and placed the "Out of Order" sign on the door, leaving the helpless man bleed to death.

Michael quickly rushed to the waiting line again, prowling his way to the front, angering many people, but he couldn't care less. Finally he arrived to the ticket boy.

"You again Sir, you cannot cut the line, please proceed to the back."

"Just check my ticket boy."

"Sir, please."

"You wouldn't want me to call your boss and tell him that you were looking me with disgust now would you?"

"Uhmm, no...no Sir. Your ticket please."

"Good."

"The ticket Sir, it is registered to another owner."

"The owner canceled, he sold me the ticket just now." - The ticket boy didn't want to argue with Michael, due to the threat he was given.

"Yes Sir, enjoy your stay."

Michael grabbed the ticked and boarded the liner, admiring its size, and beauty, passing through the hallways to his room. Room 313. He locked the doors behind him, and threw his case on the bed, approaching it and opening it. The blade from the armor was in it, passed the metal detector due to its material, ready to provide Michael with what he needed.

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