...It's off to work we go

Posted on Sun Mar 8th, 2020 @ 10:40pm by Gill Anderson
Edited on on Sun Mar 8th, 2020 @ 10:40pm

Mission: Bright and Shiny things
Location: Deck 17
Timeline: Some time after a liquid breakfast...

Gill kept his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he weaved his way through the crowds of visitors entering the station. Some were wide eyed and wary, others we peering around with the narrow eyed look of a predator here to make a killing. He shrugged inwardly, as long as the killing was in Credits he had no beef with that. It was the other kind that would bring him trouble and with this much "business" making its way into the Plex there would no doubt be several by the weeks end. Deals gone wrong, misunderstandings taken too far or just plain xenophobia and ignorance. Yup he'd be busy for a while yet, and if Scarlett didn't sign a new security firm soon perhaps forever!

Pushing his darker thoughts aside he spied two of his deputies loitering over by one of the security kiosks and made his way over. Seeing him approach one nudged the other and they straightened up, the taller of the two shoving the cortex pad they had been studying into his jacket pocket.

"Mok. Vanques." Gill greeted the pair with a nod each and they in turned gave a clipped "Sir." in response with undertones of what the fuck do you want.

Gill grimaced. So nice to be respected by your staff. Still work was work, "Everything in order down here?" he asked.

"Five by five." Mok replied with a raised eyebrow. Vanques managed a nod of agreement before looking away with disinterest.

"Well.. good." Gill made the reply and then made his excuses to be away. They needed to sort some kind team building activity. Things has been pretty drab before but the whole Coolac episode has really taken the wind out of their sails. As he reached the security barriers he was waved through and soon found himself amidst the dock workers and cargo. He was forced to shove his Alliance training aside as he turned a blind eye to countless infractions and trade violations which he should by rights report. They were woefully understaffed down here and he did not even want to start thinking about what kind of crime was occurring right under his nose. If he wanted to survive here he knew he had to pick his battles.