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Chapter Twenty Five After
beginning the start up sequence on his ship, preparing to head off-world before
anyone was the wiser to his identity, Vic Orion notices a waiting comm
transmission by the flashing light on the console. Pausing a moment, to
decide if time was on his side, Vic makes the choice to wait it out long enough
to retrieve the transmission. After all, work is good. Clicking
the transceiver button, Vic awaits the incoming message: ”Vic,
this is the kind of job that makes all the others seem worthless. If
you're interested, you know the meeting place. I expect a simple reply as
answer that you will be at the meeting point. In sincere anticipation,
Your Associate, T. Higaeri” Vic
sits back in his flight chair, rubbing his chin with his left hand as he reaches
to hit the transmitter button. "Hmmmm... Sounds
intriguing." Sitting forward, Vic hits the reply key and finishes powering
up the Death's Grip. "Sounds like I'm headed to the Corellian
Sector." Just
as the Grip takes off from the port, the local authorities have begun to inquire
about the presence of a dark man. Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer) & Joseph_Orion (Joey)
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