Godspeed 'Stiletto'

[Sangria]

Nancy leaned with a bright smile against the doorpost while watch the small Stiletto on the deck. Finding
its looks innocent, much like the 'pilot' that was busy making his way into the cockpit. With her arms
folded she looked at the guy. Finding it a shame she didn't allow herself more time with him, but there
were a lot more men out there to either 'shoot' or at least make them 'run' until they were satisfied with
being left in peace.

--[color=#FFFFFF]"Perhaps some other time." She told herself in a sarcastic joke, wondering if she wouldn't be already
dead by then, or locked up back on Fuchu.

As she saw him crawl into the cockpit she turned around and walked out of the hangar, not wanting to
wait and see his reaction of the note that was on the controls waiting for him to read.

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[GrnRaptor]

Alan had been through a rough night couped up all alone in that tiny apartment, but he'd managed to work out all of the major kinks in his muscles on the walk to the hanger. Looking at the vessel Nancy was pointing to, he nodded and quickly moved to the small craft, typing the appropriate code to enter the vessel. Alan settled into the cockpit seat and strapped himself in. Checking one of the compartments he found his Comm PDA and "Perforator" pistol as he'd been promised. Going quickly through the pre-flight checklist he nearly missed a piece of paper attached to one of the consoles. Picking it up and reading it, a slight frown crossed his face, and he looked back to where he'd last seen Nancy. Seeing no one there, he turned back to the note, the urge to simply crumple it coming to mind. Holding back and folding the paper to tuck into his flight suit, he said softly, "The opportunities of tomorrow are based upon the decisions of today." Settling himself emotionally, he punched the launch button and left Barrier Gate, resolving to return to Liberty space, and the Liberty Navy, with haste.

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