"Roger that, Border Worlds Freighter Cochrane Interrogator. You are cleared for launch. Good luck out there."

The echoing sounds of the radio operator of Cochrane droned through the Dromedary, as the vessel began accelerating to cruise speed, leaving the vicinity of the station and the Saint Lawrence asteroid field within a matter of minutes. The man strapped down to the cold, metal seat in the cargo hold of the ship could feel the movements of the Dromedary settle to a monodirectional navigation.

The man started zoning out the rather calming sounds of the engines, growing used to them as he had grown used to the wristbands tightly pinning his hands down to the chair. He could feel silence encompass his mind, leaving only the distant sound of the engines and his own slightly trembling breathing to be heard.

An uneasy feeling started creeping up his mind. His captors promised no violence or torture would take place as long as he cooperated, which he did to his fullest extend, or at least made it seem like it. After all, the very reason he was being transported to God knows where is that he had been willing to follow the instructions of the Lane Hackers to the letter. Perhaps it was the mistrust he put in the Hackers. Why would they bother letting him go when this would be all over?

The thoughts clouding his mind were suddenly interrupted by a loud click, followed by what seemed to be a metal object scraping over a metal surface. As he turned to face towards the sound, he noticed the door to the center of the vessel had opened, with a man standing in its doorway.

"Mister... Cool... You have yet to tell me your actual name to lessen the awkwardness of our conversations."

The Lane Hacker closed the door behind him, the same screeching sound repeating itself, before the same silence returned to the environment. Oddjob closed the distance between himself and the Bounty Hunter promptly, positioning himself infront of his prisoner, where he crossed his arms behind himself as he looked the man straight into the eyes.

"Regardless. I apologise for the uncomfortable trip. It's simple procedure, you must understand this. Do you have any more questions, or should we go through the plan again?"

Oddjob sighed, seemingly impatient, even though he expected Zero to have already forgotten most details of the course of work they were about to engage in, if not simply all of it. Looking over his shoulder, he grabbed hold of a medium sized crate with a large lable on it, clearly identifying the contents as cardamine, and pulled it closer to Zero before taking a seat on it.

"I'll summarise it for your convenience. I will give you a datapad..."

Oddjob reached down a pocket of his suit, conjuring a small rectangular shaped pad, and displayed it for Zero, shortly interrupting his explanation.

"...this one, to be precise. It's currently connected to the neural net, and the only thing you will be able to do with it is send a single message, nothing more, nothing less. You will inform the Guild about your needs to access Sheffield's less public amenities, which is only achievable using the right access codes which change every 48 hours as explained to you by miss Hunter.

He put down the pad next to him, before continuing his speech.

"Obviously, you are to raise no suspicion. Any attempt at notifying the Guild of your actual situation, boycotting the operation or anything similar will result in your desintegration, or worse, but we both know there's no need for that.

Once they have transmitted the access codes to you, a Lane Hacker operative will move towards the station, undercover of course, and will confiscate a large shipment of H-Fuel. If the Guild even slightly values the safety of their members, he will have no issues making it out with the cargo. That's all you need to know, as that's the only part you will play. As for your freedom..."

Oddjob cleared his throat. The lack of conversations he held was taking its toll.

"The moment we will receive confirmation of the H-Fuel having arrived successfully at one of our hideouts, I will ensure your safe return to what you would call the civilised world. As for where exactly, you'll find out once you get there."

He finally stood up from his seat, with the pad in his hand, and walked to the side of the chair Zero was seated in. As Oddjob started releasing one of the straps holding Zero in place, it came to Zero's realisation that there was now a deadly silence lingering in the cargo hold of the vessel. The engines were no longer running, the Dromedary had come to a halt. Oddjob finished freeing Zero's arm, and placed the datapad on his lap, before sitting back down on the crate. Oddjob twisted his head in a seemingly very uncomfortable way, his neck cracking silently in the process, making him release a grunt.

"Don't stretch it on for too long."