4 Mischief
The shuttle ride off of the planet to the space station was routine, boring even. As soon as the shuttle docked with the station, Alex made a beeline for the weapons-checking counter.
“Alex Mason, hired hand on Maverick, employee of Knox.” He leaned his back against the counter, scanning the crowd.
He was still in the market section of the station, not a place to kill or be killed. Security guards in both their bright orange and civilian clothes made up a nice slice of the population. If Alex was being followed by one of those rogue adapted soldiers, they wouldn’t strike until he was in the landing dock.
But they might start following him now.
The boxy robot hovered up to the counter, and the front of its chest opened as a door. Alex’s gun slid out of the cavity.
“At ten
