The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Commissar]

After what felt like an eternity, Sarah rose from her window. There were only so many asteroids a person could watch. The girl shuddered as a particularly large rock chunk floated past the window. She was certain she'd seen that one before... And wasn't that part of a Bloodhound sticking out the side? Sarah made a point of turning away from the offending chunk.

Still; the bar was busy. It was as good a time as any to try her newest trick. She'd been weaselling the details out of Jordan in the days before he left for Manhattan. Steal from the rich indeed. The girl uttered a quiet prayer of thanks that the Rogue hadn't known about her own fortune. Not that it mattered; it wasn't as if she had access to it anyway.

Swallowing her apprehension, Sarah sidled up to the bar. She didn't have to wait long before another drunken pirate staggered up for a refill. The Engineer recognised the man; a smuggler and slave trader. Typical fare amongst the Rogues, really. In a few brief instants the man's wallet was in Sarah's pocket. It hadn't been a smooth job. Had he been half-conscious accusations and fists would have been flying. As it was he just gave Sarah an odd look.

She was out of the room before the smuggler tried to pay for his drink.

Money for those ship repairs had to come from somewhere, right?

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |