Julie Morrel locked her rusty Kestrel freighter after successful landing on Barrier Gate Station and headed straight to the bar level. She was a very attractive woman in her early thirties. Over a year ago she just lost her parents in a shuttle accident. Through her grief she realized futility of "the Libertonian dream". She decided to quit her job, sell her house and using money from the insurance she bought a second-hand freighter hoping to fulfill her childhood dreams of freedom and adventure. Without suitable business connections, instead of an experience of a lifetime, she was doing only routine low-income supply runs within Independent Worlds. This was to change now. She got a tip about a guy looking for her specifically and willing to offer a much better deal. She entered the bar with high hopes. A handsome man was sitting at the reserved table with drinks. He introduced himself as Brad Whitaker. Julie felt that her bad luck was finally going to end. She had a very pleasant chat with a handsome man who was offering her a good job and seemed genuinely interested in her. He was attractive and charming - she thought and decided that if it comes to it she will not be resisting.
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Brad Whitaker was struggling internally with a growing uneasiness and hesitation. He was playing a role of a lovely boy too well and genuinely got attracted to Julie Morrel. Julie, who was not aware that her fate was decided over four days ago when a Lane Hacker AI search program found her to be a perfect match - a lonely orphan with no family connections and fitting overall visual description. Brad successfully gained her trust and got invited to her ship. They left the Barrier Gate and were heading to Ontario. He planted several cracking devices on the ship which later gained access to her logs and neural-account. Her portfolio was completed. There was only one thing left. Brad looked at his personal wrist comm where a message from Professor Nicole Hunter read: "Kill her". A voice in his head was telling him that there is still a way out, that he can let her escape, that they can both escape. But deep inside he knew well that her fate was already decided. If only, he would just delay the inevitable and most likely get himself killed in the process. All he could do now was to do it in the most gentle and painless way possible. He looked once again at the message from the professor and headed straight to the freighter cockpit.
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Once the freighter moored the Cochrane Depot in Ontario a team of technicians entered the ship to complete the identity theft. Vessel's transponder was left intact with original seals and check-sums, but before disposing of a body Lane Hackers have prepared a full set of tissue samples, fingerprint adapters and even contact lenses able to fool standard eye-recognition devices. After memorizing a prepared portfolio any person could use these to authenticate themselves even during a routine LPI inspection or preliminary interrogation. The Lane Hackers strongly believed that the best credentials are the genuine ones.
