Turning tides

[Exsiled_one]

As Mentira landed everyone felt a moment of relief. At least that is what Ivan hoped for. Landing is something pleasurable, especially when your hold is full of gold ore you just snagged from Dublin. The Gran Canaria storage bays he rented always greeted him with pleasure. Simple commands, smiled host and secure storage tanks where gold gets dropped off and waits for TaZ to pick it up.

Ivan had two things to do. It was fifth day, and paycheck is always on the fifth. And he needed to call Doc to haul off the gold and give a physical to his newest recruit. Medics at Crete always give two thumbs up, but after three jump holes towards Dublin the private deck is always full of sick young kids eager to go on a plunder.
Four of them didn't make it this week. One of them died before they even jumped to 47.

Scratching his head, Ivan entered his neutral net ID, courtesy of the Junkers, and begun to transfer the payments. How the f*uck does a kid get admitted to a plunder ship with severe allergies on the neutron star radiations.. He had no time to think about it. They have already landed.


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As he let the crew go for a night, Ivan headed into the storage box to coordinate the dropoff. Workers unloaded the goods as he walked past them into the small office within the box, Eager to make the phone call and secure himself another 30 million credits. But he didn't get there, actually...

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<span style="color:#33CC00">I AM GIVING AWAY MONEY TO CREATIVE MINDS*</span>