So, here we are. New York. At least the patrols won't be after me this time. Probably.
Brutus took the time to look around him, observing the other passengers. State employees, shipyard workers, executives, the list was long. All of them probably on their way in their daily trip to their working place.
But soon, a much more uncommon person will the step in the cabin...
The slight and brief shock that Brutus knew so well indicated the vessel was exiting the trade lane.
At a few clicks in the front, he could see the biggest civilian space station of all Liberty space : Newark Station.
And on a few clicks at the right, this big blue planet. Manhattan.
Between all the Liberty planets, we had to choose the most populated and decadent one. Why didn't we arrange this meeting on Cali Minor ? Sigh.
Anyway, time to stress someone as much as I am stressed right now.
He asked his Neuro-Implant to establish a long-range communication channel.
Did you met Mosby yet ?
No, we are closing on the planet.
And what makes you call me then ?
I don't know, I have a bad feeling about all this. It may be a trap.
Chances are low. We double-checked all her comm logs for all the buildings she works in. No sign of suspect transmissions.
I mean, maybe she works for the IND ?
Like the half of Liberty ?
Fair point. However, -
Well. I'm sure you will handle this. I got work to do here. Something related to molecular disgronification. Phate out.
...encryption.in.progress...hack terminated...
Well. [Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to moor on Manhattan Orbital Fixture. The next stops will be : California Minor, Thunder Bay]
A quick shock when the ship docked with the fixture, then the pressurized entrance door opened and passengers stepped in.
This is it. I really hope she does not work for the IND as well. Meeting a LSF agent is already complicated enough.