Black13 checked over the contents of his cargo hold. All five hundred units of cardamine were in tact. He'd never tried the stuff, himself. You never sample your own merchandise. It's bad for business. Getting addicted to cardamine isn't too good for it, either.
He breathed in sharply, and exhaled slowly. This is it, Kenny he thought to himself. After this, it's the straight and narrow. It depressed him a little to know he was going to cease being a "dirty smuggler," as he always so fondly put it, and start being a legitemate trader. It wasn't that he hated the law. He just loved the excitement. Thrived on it.
He also loved profit. That's what this transition was about. Once in Kusari space, Black13 would stop by Yokohama to pick up a capital freighter, on his way to meet a miner he'd struck a deal with. Unfortunately, capital class freighters were too large to dock at most stations, or to easily make it through dense asteroid or debris fields, which made most smuggling operations all but impossible. Even stopping by his home, Rochester, was out of the question.
He smiled. At least I can always buy a different ship, when I'm ready for some more excitement... or homesick.
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