2 Years Later
The ship came into rest on the landing dock. The setting Sun glinted off the ships cockpit. Lowering itself the ramp clunked to the ground revealing a cargo hold full of oddly shaped boxes. Adam Manning strode down the ramp, his black leather coat flapped behind him. A sinister looking bald fat man greeted him; a look of greed tinted his eye.
Manning cleared his throat, ?I have the goods do you have the money.?
?I have 30,000 credits for you.?
?30,000! The agreement was 80,000.?
?Yes but your late.?
?By an hour!?
?Fine 60,000, but that?s my final offer.?
?Hell no, 80,000 or nothing.?
The man laughed, an evil smile crossed his lips.
?Nothing then. Most won?t buy that stuff for fear that it?s stolen, and even the less morally inclined will pay no more than 50,000. If you?re looking to make a lot of money then your best off becoming a bounty hunter or a prostitute, nothing pays more than them two jobs round here.?
Adam turned away from the man; his coat cracked the air with the speed of the turn. Anger burnt up inside him and he stormed up the ramp, his boots banging along with his heavy footsteps.
Manning dropped down into his chair. He slammed his fist down on to the dining table. ?Dam it!?
Samantha slid into the chair next to him.
?It?s ok Captain, we can find another buyer,? She said while comfortingly putting her hand on his shoulder.
Adam lowered his head and sighed heavily.
?No he?s right we won?t find someone willing to pay more than 50,000 anywhere near here.?
Samantha looked thoughtfully into the air for a moment. ?Maybe we should do what he said, look into the jobs that are more likely to pay.?
?Big Fish you can?t go into prostitution you have a daughter.?
Annoyance ran across Samantha?s face, she lightly slapped Adam on the cheek.
?No you moron I meant the bounty hunting.?
Manning raised an eyebrow. ?You know my position on murder. We don?t kill people unless it?s in self defence. Death just divides people, tears families apart.?
?Captain we don?t have much choice. The ship?s falling apart, were running low on food??
?NO! I?ll get Reaper and Blank we will take the goods to the fat gits shop and see what we can make on it. You just check the channels for any trade jobs.?
Samantha nodded and quickly removed herself from the room. She new better than to argue with Captain, even if he was just being stubborn. It not like they would be going to murder some innocent people, also not all bounties involved killing, sometimes it was mere displacement jobs. They needed a fair amount of money and they needed it soon.
?Mummy.?
Samantha looked up to see Emily coming over to her, a big smile on her face.
Harry was sat on the floor behind her, a wrench in one hand and a screw driver in the other.
She bent down and picked Emily up. ?Has 2H been showing you how to fix the ship??
?No he says he?s just trying to get it to hold together.?
Samantha smiled. ?How?s the old girl holding up??
?Barely,? Replied Hicks. ?So much of it needs replacing. Little Fish was just watching to make sure I don?t catch on fire? Again.?
?Well I was going to say I should probable hire you as a baby sitter but maybe you should be paying her for her help. Seriously though thank you for taking care of her.?
?No worries Big Fish, but to be honest most of the time it?s Reaper who looks after her. I know he hides in that hard shell of his but when he?s with her that boy almost seems happy.?
A small smile stirred across Samantha lips. ?Anyway I?m off to the closest bar. Gonna have a look at the job bored.?
?Captain won?t like you doing that. You know he always likes to be the one who sorts everything.?
?Yes well I?m only going to give him a little push in the right direction. You don?t mind looking after Emily for a bit longer do you??
?Of course not, but you might want to grab Dwarf, he?s been itching for a drink for awhile.?
Nodding Samantha leant down and gave Emily a big kiss on the cheek. Casually she strolled over to the hatch leading to Jonathan Tinley quarters. She tapped her knuckles on the door 3 times then shouted ?Beer!?