Brutus Clay stepped in the cabin, the collar of his thick coat partially hiding his face. With his sunglasses on and a scarf around his neck, he looked exactly like someone who did not want to be recognized.
Maybe I overdone the dressing part. I guess I'm not as discreet as I expected to be. Anyway, better too much than not enough, as Azzan used to say. [Welcome on the interstellar shuttle CamarHax NSO-95. Please take your seats. The flight to Planet Manhattan will begin in a few minutes]
He took his coat off and sat on a bench in the rear of the transport. His eyes briefly closed when he searched through his Neuro-Implant for his favorite song. An old Sol rock track he keeps mumbling when he is tense.
Yeah fairies wear boots you gotta believe me...
A suddent stir woke him from his musing. The pressurized doors closed as the last passengers arrived. [Please seat down and fasten your seatbelts. We are unmooring from Planet Denver. The flight to Planet Manhattan will last about 25 minutes. We wish you an enjoyable trip]
Brutus put himself comfortable, trying to relax.
Come on, why am I so tense ? This is almost a routine operation. Chances for this to go wrong are low, right ? So just chill out and wait for Mosby to arrive.
He sighed, trying to look like a perfectly normal citizen of Liberty. It has been a long time since he did not find himself in such a situation. Since his runaway, he rarely had the time and the opportunity to see that many people in the same time.
He looked through the porthole at his left and saw the New York Jumpgate. The ship slowly came close, engaging a sequence all the Hackers know by heart. Brutus was always puzzled by this technology.
Nowadays people don't even think about it but inter-system travel is probably the most wonderful invention of all times. It allowed human space expansion at an unbelievable speed. What a shame it is almost entirely owned by Ageira...
He was still musing when the shuttle traveled the 3.6 lightyears between Colorado and New York in one single second.