Corruption and Change

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Glock stood on the bridge of the Vulcan. Taking the [SA] cruiser’s shields down, and battering the hull to
within an inch of destruction had been very easy. The Marines had been deployed, and crashed through
the light security detail, making short of work of any resistance. Not long now.
The rest of the group were now busy removing any nosy bounty hunters from around Freeport 10, and
the sky was littered with their smouldering remains.
He liked things to go to plan.
The Outcast Guard had been their usual accommodating selves, and the borrowed shuttle would return
quietly to where it had come from, possibly needing a little interior hosing out. The marines were extremely
good at terminating targets at short range, but the collateral blood on their suits was always a little messy.
And Glock liked things neat and tidy on his own ship.

“Lord Glock, we have reached the bridge, permission to continue.”

The commander’s hollow voice crackled on the comm. channel.

“Proceed please, and just take the target in one piece, everything else, remove with the usual prejudice.”

The marines advanced. Glocked grinned momentarily, the marines followed their orders to the letter.
There would be no witnesses.
Greed and corruption had been the downfall of more than one high ranking officer in the past, and he was
sure this one would not be the last.
He switched the channel.

“Lord Darkstar, estimated time of arrival at the Revenant Temple, twenty seven minutes. Things have gone
to plan as usual.” …

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."