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Chapter 3 by Abdulalahazred Abdulalahazred

“Hey. Wake up. We're here."

Kerr responds.

"Already up," lied Einvo Kerr. He slipped out of his hammock, already fully dressed. One last job, one last bounty, and he'd be free to retire to his moisture farm back on Tarquin-six. He nearly couldn't get to sleep last night.

Nearly. Eventually he did, long after Klim had turned in, after he'd checked and rechecked his gear. Underneath the native garb and travelling cloak he'd strapped two pieces under his forearms. A Utilitool, should the unexpected happen, and a short-range firearm, should the expected. Infiltrate the dealers, find the supplier, kidnap the prisoner and get out.

"You're sure your tracker will find out this nefarious scientist, this Wotterburth guy? We don't even have a visual of what the **** looks like. Why his enemies want him dead, I'll never figure out. Being a **** on Acteon is practically a life sentence..."

The pneumatic doors pssshed and hssshed as the docking doors opened. Kerr took a deep breath. One last job. One last bounty. Moisture farm. Nothing could go wrong, right?

Maybe.

Kerr took his first step onto Acteon.

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