Making Contact With a Friend

I lay low for a few days. Sticking to the planet's alleys and trash bins. Rooftops and sewers. All to evade the onslaught of police that patrol the police looking for me. Especially the Warden. {if warden_loved == FALSE}He must not have been happy to discover what his "wife" did. {endif} But eventually the heat dies down, not to the point where they aren't looking for me, but to the point where I can justify getting started on the next stage of my plan. Getting off this planet. I learn that the prison they're keeping me on is Planet Quasar, a no-name planet minus the large prison complex they kept me in. I don't have a lot of stock here, but what I do have is one friend.

"Holy shit." the black bartender says when he finds me at the door to his bar. Carlo Bennett. A contact we made a few years back.

"You going to let me in?"

After getting a drink. And a much needed shower, I tell Carlo everything. And all he does is poor me another drink.

"Sounds tough, Sly."

"I need to get off this planet. ASAP. But the only way I'm doing that is with a captain that doesn't ask questions or check cargo."

"And that's why you need me?"

"If anyone knows anything it's you. Come on Carlo, help a brotha out."

Carlo sighs, blows air through his lips, and then checks a tablet on the counter. Then he looks back at up at me. Then at the tablet. I don't like where this is going.

"I can get you someone. But I'mma need you to do something for me."

"Something for you?"

"Favor for a favor brother," Carlo says with a laugh as he slides the tablet towards me. On it I see a pale man.

"This is Bucky. He owes me a lot of credits. But he's dodging me at every corner. I need someone smart, violent, and already has a bad name to get 'em for me. "

"Running around collecting a debt? That's something that's going to get me noticed Carlo."

"Well, there's a second option..." he directs some attention to a back room. I still don't like where this is going. "I run a gloryhole business."

"A gloryhole fucking what?"

"Gloryhole business. Bitches who want to cheat on their husbands or just wanna get some anonymous dick to suck drop walk in. Suck dick. Nobody talks about it. But the problem is, I got a lotta small dick nobodies putting their dicks through the holes turns ladies away. I just need someone with a bit more...girth to work one night. Put some good reputation for the place."

"That's fucking crazy. I don't want no girl I can't look at sucking my dick."

"There's a TV for the fellas too. Otherwise they wouldn't get hard. But it's just sucking dick, no sex. And well...if you collect that debt there's some money in there too. But it's up to you. You can also just... ya know. Stay here."

Fuck that. I'm getting off this planet. One way or another.