"Aye, there's John - that's about it. He's a navy officer n'all. Why I joined was simple really, I wanted tae do somethin' other than what my dad wanted me tae do. He's a bit.. possessive.. of his family business. It was suffocatin'."
Matt looks a remorseful. He's apologetic about asking the question about Angel's mum and now speaking about why he joined.. He's not taking it too well.
"I'm sorry I didnae mean to offend ach.. it's getting a bit late n' I've got a shift tae-morrow."
Matt grimaces.
"Sorry, thank ya' for your hospitality. It's been great, I'm just aching a bit after that skirmish n'all."
Matt heads outside the door and hits his head off the wall, the stress starting to get to him.
Angel follows him out, looking a bit sad and angry
[color=#FFFFFF]David Smith finishes off another report. Two more transports down, the raving lunatics that were the Hernandez brothers were causing serious disruption to the project. He had hired two mercenaries to hunt them before the transports passed Mojave. Their plan backfired spectacularly when the brothers appeared from behind LA to devastate the convoy. No-one survived.
David's rocking in his chair and drinks from a bottle of scotch.
"If I lose another transport, that's it - we're finished. Interspace will pull the plug and we'll never get the hypergate project finished before Ageria do."
He opens up his laptop and enters in a code. A bleep comes from the other end.
"Perfect, thank you wife for once again - leaving your laptop on!"
David heads back to the window, he swigs at the bottle of Scotch and waits for another download to take place. The Pacific is still in orbit he notes, tomorrow he would head planetside and confront his son. The laptop pings that it has finished.
"Perfect, this should offset the damage for a small while."
He looks back at the planet, he now knows for sure that Matt is down below and at his stupid girlfriends home. She was trouble he knew, anything that stopped the business from staying in the family was. She would have to back off somehow, either that or face..
"No, I'm not a murderer - damn this Scotch! Heh, she'll just have to be.. persuaded."
He stared at the planet below again as a Bretonian Shetland train disembarked from Newark and set off towards the gate.
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