Mike was busy racking up another Sisters mission and accepting the compensation when the comms started distracting him. First there was an old acquaintance applying for membership into the corp. She just wanted a place to work and work quietly and he recommended her without hesitation.
Then came a scrambled one from the Kriganni. He wanted to have a face to face meeting later in the week to discuss progress. Mike swallowed back his curiosity and set a time and place.
The third was also scrambled but Mike recognized the caller once the protocols had cleared. This man had contacted him once before when looking for a hidey hole for Free to run to, Mike had offered his suite. So maybe she was in trouble again? “If yer askin, I ain’t changed the locks . . . she knows that.”
The tech shook his head, startled by Mikes direct attitude. “No, we have a different request, this time. We need an introduction.” Coordinates pinged to one side. “This IS one of your facilities?”
Mike called up a list and nodded, then blanched. “Of all the gin joints in all the town on all the planets in New Eden, she walks into that one?”
“Gin joints? I have it here as a fish processing plant.” The Tech looked confused.
“It is neither. Can you get a message to her? Before she heads in?” Mike looked about as though searching for something.
“She won’t go in till I give the all clear but she is exposed, right now.” The tech looked nervous.
Mike snorted. “I doubt that bothers her much. But I understand. Okay . . . tell her this. Tanta is there. I . . . want . . . no I need Free to tread carefully. These people, this place are important to me.”
“You always form a deep connection with canneries?” The tech started to laugh and then saw the look on Mikes face. “Joke, joke . . . I will deliver the message. Anything else?”
“Is this call on or off your records? Will others see this?”
“Not if you don’t want them to.”
“I don’t, I don’t want whoever is higher up your ladder to even notice where she is, that it might be special. That kind of leverage would put too much at risk.” Mike shook his head. “I need this conversation not to happen.”
The tech reached out touched a control. “What conversation? If it is so important, why did you say yes?”
Blowing out a breath Mike said. “Close your eyes for a moment and imagine Free alive in the future and still working, having done this for 50 years or more. She is dangerous now so what will she be then?”
The tech shuddered. “Why would you want me to imagine that?”
“Because that is who she is going to meet.”
Our skills increase. Go back and shoot Dagan for some new guy. Remember how hard it was then? I did that today and the guy I was helping said he almost felt sorry for Dagan, it was over THAT fast.
Eve is 10, can you imagine playing in 5 years? In 10 from now?
This post has been rattling in my brain for a while, sorry it took so long to get out.
oh, I should see what rubicon will bring, looking forward to tomorrow, one more sleep.
fly it like you won it.