A friend in need...

[Frank McLynn]

Adrian's sabre sped through the Ontario system... Fast, but not fast enough for his liking.

Eight hours Adrian, too damned slow

He tapped his fingers nervously against the flight stick as the Colorado jumphole loomed up infront of him. He slowed his engines to a stop and checked the data readings from Ouray base. the system looked empty.

Well at least I can count that as a blessing.

He guided his ship into the wormhole and closes his eyes. Jumpholes had always scared the hell out of him. Gravitational anomalies which hurled you lightyears in an instant... Not the nicest of thoughts.

He opened his eyes again as the violent shaking stopped and looked around. Space is never really black when you look at it. Purple, with shades of red, distant and in the background... If he hadn't been in such a damned hurry, he would have sat and appreciated it a bit.

No time... Durango...

He fired up the cruise engines again and sped off towards the tiny dot of a moon in the distance.

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