WARNING....WARNING...WARNING. The flashing pulsed through the dark ship every other second. Bang....BANG *intercom* "we've been hit hard, and we've lost one engine and life support is crashing!" why are we being hit? we haven't done anything wrong. CRASH! Clark stumbles in front of me. "captian what the hell is going on!?!".....oh......now i know why.
5 DAYS AGO:
were leaving earth again. my name is captian jack fallon, and i am a transporter when i am doing well (money wise) and when things are tight i am a mercenary. my crew and i try to just do jobs on earth or mars but that dam russian president is making it harder and harder every month to get into crimson station on mars so we are having to venture out...almost to relm 7 which only a man with balls dares to go out there because of the pirate over population.
"captian fallon?" i turn around. "are you captian fallon? i heard that you can transport. i have the money and i need to get to zarah city within 5 days. can you get me there pl"
"are you done asking 21 questions?" i rudely interrupt. "whats your name?"
"oh sorry ma my name is clark.....clark plano. but you ca can call me clark" he stutters.
"uhh clark was it?" i say knowing that in about 30 minutes i would forget his name. "why do you need to get to zarah?"
"oh uhh...business....i have business there" says clark
"were fueled up and we have food for the week cap" tiffany yells across the market. tiffany....what can i say she is a ship whiz and she is only 19. sometimes i think where i would be without her...then again i think where i wouldn't be with her always getting me and my crew into trouble.
"ok get everybody ready. so chris you can come along aslong as you have 20,000 credits. thats the cheapest flight you can get around here in sanford station." i say as im walking away knowing that he is already walking up the ship ramp.
"i'll pay that....umm my name is is clark by th th the way." he says
"where are your bags? your only bringing the leather case?" i curiously ask. he clenches the brief case as if im going to take it from him right were he is standing. a sad looking man, he reminds me of an accountant that has lost his marbles. wearing a brownish suit that he has worn it for far too many years. a lame excuse for a mustashe, about 5'9 145, just an average man. to tell you the truth the briefcase looks more interesting than he does. he has a seceret i know it and i would bet my ship that its in that suitcase and it has something to do with zarah. ah man what i get myself into over money
"ya this is all i have with me" he says
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