The Diplomat

[Victor Steiner]

Location: Freeport 11
Date:25th of October

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Freeport Eleven was an unusually cold station. Cold in both temperature and in hospitality, there were few smiles or manners to be found in this place, with most of the residents being blunt or just downright rude. He didn't like it, and he didn't understand why the University felt the need to set up here. His meeting with the leader researcher didn't go as well as he expected, in fact one might go so far as to call it a total waste of time, given the stunning lack of progress he made with the man which ultimately resulted in James letting the professor have a few more hours of work.

In the meantime, a chance encounter with a revolutionary woman he met outside lead him to deck three of the Freeport. He didn't know what to expect, nor did he have any idea where he was going or what she wanted. By now, he'd established his reputation with the local citizens as a diplomat, not a spy. The unfortunate truth being that this was a lie, he was only seconded to the diplomatic corps, but he wasn't actually a diplomat. With this in mind, he worried that this woman may have uncovered his secret. Nonetheless, he took a chance and came unarmed, his own personal curiosity getting the better of him.

When he arrived on deck three, he was suddenly left without anything to do, he hadn't been to this part of the station before and didn't think it wise to wander if someone was out looking for him. As such, he simply stood by the elevators, staring down the long, empty corridors for someone coming his way, but at this time of night, the halls were empty, and so he produced a smoke, hoping that it would stave off some of the chill.

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