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Old 02-07-2002, 07:32 PM   #76   [permalink]
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He's such a nice guy. Marty thought to himself with a wrench in his left hand and an unfailing grin. Ever since he decided to join Dean his life seemed to have more meaning. Marty was a married man who didn't even live with his family. His life as a live-in mechanic had grown tedious and he's always looked for a way to change it, though he was too cowardly to even switch careers. He used to dream that he could be a bounty hunter and watched "The Hunted" every day. That was until his wife and two sons were kidnapped. The last time he watched it was when his Mother-in-law posted a bounty for a tall gnarled guy who had kidnapped her daughter and two grandkids. He didn't realize they were his wife and kids until bounty hunters showed up at his job asking him if he knew anything. That's how he met Dean. Dean was the only bounty hunter that didn't seem like a cold -------. Marty fealt he could trust Dean out of everyone, so insisted he come along.

Marty reminiced as he finally reattached the landing gear to the opening mechanism on the bottom of the ship. Grease was spread from his bottom lip to his ear as he scratched his forearm on the stubbles on his chin.

After they finally managed to catch the bounty head, Marty found that he was Dean's first catch, and Dean found that Marty has always wanted to be a bounty hunter. It took some persuasion, but Marty said that he owed Dean a great deal and that he can repay his debt by repairing Dean's ship. Dean knew how badly the Lazy Gal needed the work, and though he liked isolation, this would be a good chance to get things in working condition. I'm so glad he let mecome along with him, even though I can't help with any bounty heads... at least I get out of the shop. Marty smiled again as he pressed the yellow button on the wall. "I'm finished!" He expressed gladly.

"Alright... strap yourself in, I'm gunna land this thing... erm... somewhere."
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"Ah-ha! Found it. This will work nicely." Josef said looking at the heap of shrapnel. Again looking through the large array of part about the warehouse. He ran across some small stablizer boosters. "These will help it out considerably." Placing the parts on a dolley pushing it back towards the garage.

Back in the garage, Josef unloaded the parts and starts to disassemble what was left of the hover-bike. "Wow, I'm surprised that the rods, wiring, and hoses are still good on this thing." Hooking up the new thruster, it was time to test if it would suffice the hover-bike. "Ehehe..." Josef laughed. Sweezing the handle and giving it a little gas to start it up. Roaring like a lion, no strange clicks or bumps while it was on. "Looks all good, but I may have to down the output of the thruster, though." Josef wanders around the garage as if he tired. Looking around the garage he spots some sheet metal that would fit on the hover-bike. "They'll have to be modified." By the large pieces sheet metal there was a chair, table, weilder, buffer, a weilding mask, and a hammer. Forming the pieces one by one with the hammer, sparks flying from the buffer. I wonder if Deidre wants to give it some color? He goes back to the intercom to the live in. "Hey... where did you guys go?" Maybe they're back on the ship. Intercomming Exodus, he says,"Deidre, you want a paint job as well on your new addition? Or would you rather do it?"
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"Oh motherfu-"

Linc's expletive cut off into a series of gagging and coughing sounds. Slime and cockroaches oozed from the corner of a dumpster that had almost rusted away. The night air smelled like screams and gasoline. He came to his feet and brushed the arms of his jacket clean.

A couple feet to his left was the crumpled body of the man he'd been doing business with. Linc toed at him and then clucked his tongue with disappointment. Glass shards were stuck in the fellow's head and Linc seriously doubted he'd be getting up anytime soon.

"Damn," he muttered. "Messy way to go." And then, because trying to act tough was starting to wear on him, he sympathetically pulled his cross out of his shirt where it had lain cool against the skin on his chest, and prayed for the man's absolution.

A quick shuffle through the man's pockets revealed that he hadn't been carrying much in the way of currency, but had a big, handy gun. Tucking it under his jacket, Linc left the alleyway and out into the madness.

Maddy's going to kill me, he realized. How long had she been home? Was his mother still sleeping? What a mess.

Contemplating the grease stain on the knee of his pants, he dragged his fingers through his hair and started walking.

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Gill scrutinized the file with a doubtful look on his face as his patrol cruiser...well, cruised through the forest of skyscrapers.
"Lincoln Moore...lives with his mother..." Gill's eyes narrowed for a moment, right before he threw his head back laughing uproariously. After a few moments of uncontained guffawing, Gill brushed a tear from his eye, still chuckling to himself.
"I can't believe it...what are criminals coming to these days?" Gill tossed the sheaf of papers sloppily onto the dusty upholstered surface of the seat beside him. Agilely balancing the control stick with his knees, the detective drew a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lighting it and taking a few nicotine-starved pulls on it. With smoke billowing out of his mouth and nostrils, Gill leaned back in the seat, the imitation leather squeaking in protest.
"Autopilot, return to ISSP HQ." Gil closed his eyes sleepily and took another leisurely puff of the cigarette as the cruiser gently veered towards the precinct...

Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Gill hated paperwork. But as the senior officer of the operation, it was his duty to fill out all the requisition forms, slips, and clearances.
I didn't even know that this stuff even existed when I was still a grunt... Gill sighed, blowing a bit of smoke frustratedly out of the corners of his mouth. Scribbling with a pen one moment, and then furiously clacking away on his computer, the pile of paperwork slowly diminished, as did the hours. Finally, his in-box lay bare and empty.
With one satisfied sigh, Gill reclined in his cheap office chair, stretching until he thought he heard every joint in his body pop. Sitting up stiffly, the detective tossed down a mug of cold coffee and then gathering up the pile of paperwork under his arm, swaggered out of the office, emitting the random yawn all the way.

"ISSP Spaceport at 7:00 tomorrow..." read Gill from the memo slip regarding the departure date. Glancing at his watch, the tiny silver hands were already pointing to 2. "Damn. I guess I'll have to sleep on the ride." Gill conceded, pushing the throttle to near full. Flicking a switch above his head, the cruiser flared to life, flashing red and blue lights, accompanied by the noisy howl of the sirens. Blasting through the night sky at top speed, Gill allowed himself a small grin...abusing ISSP property was one of the few joys he had in life.
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The female of his captors announced her arrival by coming back to irritate Keiran some more, but oddly enough, he kinda enjoyed the irritation when coming from her. "So do you have any other name besides 'Keiran'? It's kinda a bit too macho for you, dearie." He looked up at her. "Macho has nothing to do with it, Keiran means 'Dark One' and it seems to fit me and my lifestyle so far. Live like a shadow, kill in the shadows, deal from the shadows. Life is dark and dreary, in which all that matters is money. Services and goods go to the highest bidder. No rules and loyalties to friends, family, and clients. A life so similar and yet so different from you hunters." Keiran was off the floor and at the front of the cell, before she had time to move. "Besides you look like two espcailly smart hunter, who are quite low on cash. So, I'll make my offer one last time. Release me and I'll take you to where my latest shipment is and I'll give you twice what my higher bounty is. Plus, I'll overhaul both of your guns and even help you get a few bounties. I'd be the business proposition that's best for all of us. I don't particularly want to be turned over to another dealer and I especially don't want to be turned over to ISSP. Take it or leave it, but I'm sure you want more than what my measily bounty is." Damn, I've never pleaded to be released and sounding so desperate doesn't suit me, but hopefully greed will get the better of them in the end.
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Blood was pumping. It was pumping pretty loud. Linc could count each individual heartbeat by the thud-thud in his ears. He had a sharp, horrible headache located somewhere behind his left eye.

The hall light switched on with an audible click and Linc squeazed his eyes shut and prayed for death.

"Where have you been?!" Madeline shouted. She stomped towards him, each step like a tiny knife in his brain. "I've been waiting up for you for hours! I have school tomorrow! You're supposed to come meet my teachers! Are you even listening to me?" She reached up and snagged his ear, yanking him down nearly a foot so that she could glare at him without straining her neck. "Are you?!"

Linc said, "Arrrrrgh." Lady Agony, in all her black fury glory, glared down at him from wherever angry lady patron saint people live. His headache exploded.

"You just go off whenever you please and leave me here with the dragon lady even though I've told you a million times that I hate spending time with her and-"

"For the love of God, Montressor," Linc whimpered.

"You smell like trash! Have you been crawling around in a dumpster or something?" Tears were gathering in Madeline's eyes as she dragged Linc by the ear towards the narrow living room. "And then the explosions started happening and I didn't know where you were and I had to calm down your mom and she didn't know where you were and do you have any idea how scared we've been? Do you? You're so selfish!"

"Maddy, honey," Linc managed. "Maddy, please don't cry. I'm really sorry, sweetie. Please don't cry, okay? Okay, honey? Don't cry, okay? I promise I won't ever, ever do it again. I promise." In typical teenage rebellion, Madeline burst into tears, buried her face against Linc's sweat and trash-stained shirt, and sobbed helplessly.

"We were scared! I was scared! Why did you do that? Didn't you think about how scared we would be? We didn't know if you were dead or alive or-"

"Honey, honey, Maddy, I'm sorry, it's okay." Carefully gathering her up in his lap, they sat on the sagging green couch under the crucifix on the wall. The crooning song of sirens snuck through the cracks and battered the dingy, smoke-stained windows.

It was easy to forget that she was only fourteen. She acted so much older, so brave sometimes that Linc treated her like she was one of his sisters. It was easy to forget that she was just a child.

"Don't go out there anymore, okay? Don't go. It's dangerous." She sniffled pathetically and hiccoughed.

"I have to, honey. Someone's got to bring home the money, right?" Linc gave his best harmless smile, which was basically the look of confusion and helplessness he always wore. "Come on, Maddy, it's time for bed. You have school tomorrow."

"You have to meet my teachers," she reminded him, already half asleep as he led her down the short hallway to her room.

"I know," he promised, watching her shuffle over to her bed and collapse against it. "Goodnight Madeline." Closing the door carefully, he sighed, ragged, old, tired. Then he turned towards the shower to prepare for sleep.

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'Glucose Syrup, Hydrogenated Vegetable fat, Acidity Regulators and a handful of E’s', the ingredients of dry milk. Since Karin had no means of communications installed at the moment she kept herself entertained in the mornings with reading ingredients. Sometimes that wasn’t a good idea.

She turned the shocking blue tin over and glanced at the label. ‘For smooth and creamy tasting coffee’ smiled back at her. That was a lie, the white lumps floating at the top of her coffee could testify that. If it hadn’t been that early in the morning she would felt unhappier about the revolt of the dry milk, but today she just couldn’t help but to half chuckle as she yet again prodded the lumps. Maybe she could get a drink later…or maybe she should just drink it. She opted for the first option.


Karin had packed earlier that morning. It would have involved unpacking most of her boxes to find the clothes she wanted. Then there had been items everywhere, so she had just had to pull herself up in the collar and re-pack. She could’ve left it unpacked but that would’ve required hours of deciding where everything was going to go. Hours were something she didn’t have.

A list was laying face up at the counter before her, little neat rows of things to do, each and one being carefully crossed over. The only thing left was to figure out how to get there. Flag down a taxi was an option, but Karin always disliked that, it made you look like a hooker. So she was going to harass Robert about it, but she was sure he wasn’t awake as yet, so she bid her time.

’Prepared dark red kidney beans, water, sugar, salt, calcium chloride…'

Karin put the can down with a clank against the worktop, a wince grew upon her features. “Never read the ingredients.”

In the other flat, Robert Morrow, ISSP Specialist, slept with a droplet of drool on the side of his mouth. Under him was a sheet that was not to be mistaken as a real bed. It was all Robert could come up with in such short time on the fishing moon. Over him was another sheet, similar to the one under him. To the left of him was his stereo remote, which was set on alarm mode. In seconds, the stereo would turn on with its volume as high as it could be. In mere seconds, poor Robert Morrow would be scared out of his wits.

(OOC: Insert here, really loud, "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains.)

"IIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DUNDUNDUNDUNDUDNUDNDUNDUN"

Robert swung his entire body up and quickly picked up his pistol next to him, pointing it at the speaker. Feeling the situation become familiar before him, Robert rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out with a short burst. He shook his head and picked himself up.

/...------- job...\

Karin had closed her eyes, raised the cup to her mouth and tried to focus her mind on something else apart from the fact that there were lumps in her coffee. Then it hit her. It had just rushed over to her flat, kicked down the front door and smacked her over the head with a P90.

The cup clattered against the top as it fell out of her grasp. Heavy thumping sounds that were undescribable. Karin raised her gaze from the coffee that spilled over the side and up to the door, he shocked feature morphing into that of a scowl. Who listened to this rubbish anyway?

Karin swung the door open and glared at the door straight in front of her. It was him. Wasn't it enough that he was some common lap dog of the seniors, smoked and was messy? Did he actually have to have the most awful taste in music known to man? Did he really?

With a loud frustrated scream Karin slammed the door behind her. It was almost as the music grew in intensity through walls. The bass lines got louder and Karin could've sworn that things were moving about due to the vibrations. Picking up her two bags, a quick glance round the flat to make sure that the blinds were down, no windows open, dishes done. The only offending mess was the current coffee but she decided to take care of that when she got back.

Closing and locking the front door behind her, Karin looked again at Roberts door. It would just be easier to go with him and she could give him a piece of her mind about the music. And there was also the curiosity gnawing away at her.

Putting the bags down next to her, Karin clenched her fist and banged as hard as she could. For a brief moment she held her breath and worried that he hadn't heard her.

Robert heard a faint knock on his door, most likely one of the neighbours coming to complain. He quickly put a pair of pants on, not bothering to put on a shirt, turned off the stereo, and walked through the apartment. He looked through the eyehole and saw nothing. He figured the person was too short to be seen, so he opened the door and saw the familiar face of Karin.

"Oh. Good morning."

Robert lightly pulled Karin into the almost spotless apartment, walking outside to take her bags in. He set them down in front of the kitchen wall and ran into his bedroom. Slightly jogging, Robert came back out with a chair. He quickly set it down and jogged into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He was not going to do anything special, only wash his face and brush his teeth. With a somewhat muffled-by-the-toothbrush voice, he began speaking.

"I hope I didn't wake you up last night with my music."

Karin sat down on the chair with her hands in her knees and gave the flat a suspicious glance over. She could give him some credit for not turning it into a complete bachelors pad. It was almost nicer than hers and he had managed to unpack his things, though there was a lack of bed. The only evidence that he slept was the makeshift bed on the floor, to which she couldn’t help but smile.

“No, I didn’t hear any music last night.” She replied, the constant fidgeting of her hands caused her to stand up and walk up to the window. ’Dammit his view is better than mine!’ “However I couldn’t escape it this morning.”

Karin glanced towards the bathroom where Robert stood, busy with the brushing of his teeth. Taking a small breath she leaned against the doorframe and frowned at him. “You do know there are rules for that. On weekdays you should not have the music on loud after 10pm and before 6am. Weekends it is 12am to 7am.” Not that he seemed to be the type to care, but rules were rules.

Robert bent over carefully spit the remaining toothpaste into the sink, rinsing his mouth out. He didn't say anything to Karin's statement about the rules. He knew that he was breaking them, but frankly didn't care. There were too many other things to worry about on this day other than a measly rule. Besides; would Karin arrest him for it?

As Robert pulled a towel from the cupboard, he smiled at himself. He dried himself up and walked out of the bathroom. His eye caught Karin's, and he stopped to lean on the wall in back of him. Sighing yet smiling, Robert dug into his pocket and took out his videophone. Taking his weight off of the wall, he tossed it to Karin. As she caught it with a surprised look on her face, Robert walked into the bedroom.

"Call a cab. No street cab would take us to the spaceport."

“Call a cab, please. That is the correct phrasing.” Karin threw back at Robert as he turned his back.

’Call a cab, do this, do that. I’ll show him.’

“Good morning. Could I have a cab please? Going from 39th Street to Ganymede 4A Spaceport. Could you hurry as it’s urgent.” Short but sweet. Turning the videophone off Karin followed Robert into the bedroom.

“Nice bed.” She smirked and threw the object on the sheet. With a raised eyebrow she continued to laugh at him. Screw the view, she had a bed. “Is it comfy? Now now Rob-Ert, hurry along. They’ll be here any sec.”

He could’ve at least had the decency to get up early and get ready. Now they might be late and she didn’t fancy the chances of getting a lecture on the uttermost first official day in her new position. This was going to be sweet.

Had she done everything now? Packing had been done. She had everything she would ever need and a little bit more than that. Notifications had been sent off. The whole communications package would be waiting for when she came home. Karin tapped her foot on the floor. She looked down on her hands, did she pack the nail clippers?

“Anytime you are ready, dear!”

Robert dug into his suitcase, not bothering to answer any of Karin's... Remarks. Instead, as his back was turned, he rolled his eyes. The digging in of the suitcase was becoming more urgent, though, as Robert was becoming irritated by not being able to find what he needed. He could see that Karin was becoming impatient, but finally found the device.

"Ah hah!"

Robert pulled out a bottle of cologne and another of deodorant. Quickly spraying them both on, he dug in for another shirt. He found a nice Polo shirt and whipped it on. He looked at Karin to see her more impatient than before. It looked like she had been ready since the wee hours of the morning, but he couldn't do much. There was too much paperwork. As he closed his suitcase and picked it up with the rest of them, he smiled and turned to Karin.

"I am ready---"

As he said that, the intercom buzzed followed by a raspy voice.

"Taxi to the Spaceport."

Robert shrugged and walked through the now spotless apartment. The intercom buzzed again and again, now irritating the hell out of Robert. He reached the intercom, pushed the button, and shouted a word of acknowledgement that he was there. Turning his head to Karin, Robert pointed at the door.

"Ready to go, Ms. Lordes?"

"I've told you before and I'll tell you again. Karin will suffice. None of that Ms or Miss mumbo jumbo, I have had enough of it."

Karin stated with a gruff. This was a change, she was going to be hard. She was going to go out there and kick some...some hiny.

"I bet he isn't even there yet. I bet you that he is hiding away somewhere, hung over or something."

Karins voice reached higher and higher octaves as the sentence droned on. The lift had been the perfect place to voice and opinion about their new Senior Detective.

She raised her thumb and bit minlessly on the nail as the lift doors opened and they stepped out on the ground floor.

"If he is there, it's because he slept there!"

Robert let out a short burst of a breath, almost making it sound like a laugh, but much shorter. They both kept quiet as the elevator door opened and they walked out to load their things in the taxi. As they finished, they entered the taxi. Robert sighed a long sigh and rested his head against the car's window. Within minutes, he was sound asleep, not a peep or a snore coming from him.
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"Keiran means 'Dark One' and it seems to fit me and my lifestyle so far..."

Deirdre immediately felt her brain start to numb as Keiran launched into a minor tirade on his oh so tragic existence. Subconsciously, she looked around for a window to stare out of, then settled on staring at the ceiling when she saw no immediate windows to stare vacantly out of. She wondered idly what was for dinner, then realised that all she and Griff had left was turnips. Dear god, so many turnips. She wasn't exactly sure whether a turnip was supposed to be edible on its own, but they'd been forced to make do. Keiran was still talking. She could practically smell them already. That earthy smell. Purple flesh. Still talking. She hated the things. Hated. HatedHatedHated. Oh god she was so hungry. What god would allow this? A tragic heroine like herself trapped in space without fresh clothes and no hot baths and stupid Griff and no money and an empty stomach and nothing to eat but....

Oh wait, he'd stopped talking now. Her higher and lower brain functions had a quick huddle and filled her in on what was happening.

"Listen here, you silly....damned...." Her hunger starved brain scrabbled around for a suitable expletive. "..TURNIP! We've been over this already. Give me one damned reason why the minute we take you to wherever the turnip it is you're so keen on you're not going to just jump around and sell us both down the river? I'll pass, thanks very much. I'm taking your angsty ass to Europa, I'm turning you over to the government and then I'm going to eat the largest, juiciest steak that scientific advances in genetic modification can produce." She pressed against the bars, practically snarling back at the dumbfounded captive. For a moment she looked like a feral animal, all slavering teeth and claws.

Then the intercom went off, and Deirdre happily hopped over and pressed the recieve button. Josef's voice wafted across the room. "Deidre, you want a paint job as well on your new addition? Or would you rather do it?"

"Oh I don't know, so long as its red. Bye-bye now." She stopped just short of a giggle as she released the button. There was a fractional pause before she hit the button again.

"And that's Deirdre, boyo." She let the button go again and flounced down into a bridge chair, turning back towards Keiran.

"I'm sorry....what were we talking about again?"
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"We were talking about how my untimely death would get you no bounty at all, sweetums." Keiran replied "Then how would you pay for your whatever it is that has to be red? We all both know that if I die you lose the money on my bounty. I mean after calling me a turnip I'm in so much mental pain and anguish the only way to relieve it is to kill myself. But, in reality, I'm getting bored lets hurry up and get this over." With that Keiran went back to his little corner of the cell for a nap.
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Around the time that Keiran was retreating from Deirdre, Griff shuffled inside the Exodus' entryway with a huff. In his arms were bundles of scrap, loose sockets, spare parts, and what appeared to be a mini sized engine. The hunters face was black with grease and as he entered the bridge area he let his arms fall, dropping the various parts onto the metal flooring.
Griff stared blankly at Deirdre for a moment, and then turned to Keiran who letharcically spun around in his presence.
"Ehhh... Want to help me get these... parts.. to the docking area..."
Griff spoke again, breaking his glance with bounty and taking one step closer to Deirdre. The mechanic barely waited a second for a response before bending over and latching onto the mini sized engine .
"Maybe i can install a new coolant system..."
He said inbetween a grin.
"Ill be... in the back..."
His voice trailed off as he turned his head and scurried off into the bowls of the Exodus.
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Detective Gillard Glass sat on the cold, sterile benches in the terminal of the ISSP spaceport, feet propped up on a stack of luggage. Looking around at his deserted surroundings, Gill drew a cigaretted from his pocket and propped it between his lips unlit, all the while glowering at a sign that read "NO SMOKING".
Where are could those two be? he wondered, glancing at his watch.
Probably having deviant sex.
Gill watched out the tinted windows, as yet another spaceship touched down on the airfield.
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Ace woke in a dimly lit hotel room, a thin ray of sunlight falling upon his face and causing him to roll over on the creaky box spring. With a sigh he finally sat up and looked at his watch then at his surroundings. It could have been any of a number of anonymous rooms, with its peeling wallpaper, dusty blinds, and worn carpeting. In fact, it was one of many such cheap hotels that dotted the city, and he’d wandered into this establishment by chance after escaping the mob last night. Unfortunately, he’d also lost sight of Lola in the process, and he absently wondered what became of the colorful young woman. Scratching his head, he yawned and stretched then rose and began to wash up and get dressed. Finally grabbing a duffle bag from under the bed, he slung the pack over his shoulder and strode out of the hotel. It was time to get to work.

Down the streets lit but the gray early morning light that managed to filter through the cloud cover he made his way until he reached the spaceport. Slipping inside, he sat down on one of the hard plastic chairs and pulled out a laptop and pair of interface goggles. A few quick keystrokes later and he was inside the ports main computer. Quickly he pulled up the necessary info on all flights arriving from Ganymede. A frown crossed his lips as the list scrolled down the screen.

Its too long…need to make a few cross references and…there!

He grinned as the passengers’ info came up -- names, flight number, departure and arrival times, and even the cost. They’d be arriving in a matter of hours, which would give him more than enough time to grab a quick breakfast beforehand.


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Wes woke up in his apartment, seeing the sunlight through his closed blinds. He was in slight pain. A couple of hours ago, he discovered bleeding coming from his head that needed bandaging. The bandage on his head now was covered with dry blood, and parts of his bed sheets were stained with his dry blood. He got off his bed and into the bathroom. Brush teeth. Shower. Dress. Rebandage his injury.

As he was getting ready to leave his apartment, he started wondering of the two people he helped out the night before made it out fine. I'm passing by that bar and the alley on the way to work. I'll find out sooner or later he thought. Wes took a quick glimpse at the clock.

"Crap! I'm going to be late for work."

He quickly put on his shoes, grabbed his dirty leather jacket and stepped out. After locking his door from the outside, he went downstairs and down the hallway to exit the building. It was another day like usual.

"Hopefully tonight.... no riots! Please!"
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"Europa..." Dean sighed as the cold air hit him. Whisps of his recently died green hair brushed his chin and stuck to his stubble as he stepped down from the last step of The Lazy Gal. He's made routes through and past this moon, but he's never laid foot on the over-abundance of snow here. 'The last time I was scheduled to deliver a shipment here, the the factory requested a route change due to roiting... *sigh* I hope this bounty's worth it...

His thoughts trailed off as he began to realize he wasn't exactly dressed for the weather. The somewhat refreshing breeze had turned violent and forced Dean to lift his foot back onto the worn metal step.

With a fair ammount of creaking the door slid open. Ice fell to the metal floor of the interior of the cockpit as Dean went to pull the studded leather jacket off the railing in the corner. A barrage of clicks and metalic scrapes were not enough to drown out the annoying crackle of the loud-speaker.

"*cerrreeaaaah* er... em... Dean? You still here? *Chk*" Obviously Marty wanted to come along as well, but Dean decided not to reply and opened the door past the short hallway. The breeze hit him once more and he started off for the nearist restraunt, bar, gas station, or hotel that he could find information. He tinkered with the digital screen he had earlier placed in hid jacket pocket, though he knew that playing with that device was not the smartest idea. He has erased directions and important delivery information fidgeting with it durring his past life. Out of paranoia he slid the device from pocket, and made sure nothing was erased. It wasn't. A smile streaked his face as he looked at the ammount of zeros at the end of the number on the screen. 'About twice as much as the last one. Thanks Autsie Fawn.'

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