Jimmy paced the corridors of the station, scouring it for any sign that this was actually a tactical raiding base associated with the Xeno Alliance. He was tired, his mind worn dull by thoughts of what could occur if this all went south. He wanted to vomit, it so pained him to submit to this situation. But time gained now was everything.
The Alliance assets had departed, scattering amongst the numerous small bases as quickly as he had gathered them. The scrap processing would provide a convenient story, as that much was true. Many of the shippers were using clean Freelancer licenses, the rest had made themselves scarce. This Lambert, he hadn't been able to find out much about him. Those were the dangerous ones.
An incoming ship... Now things would get interesting.
