She is forced to crouch behind a pile of wobbling ship innards and watch, fear and frustration in equal measure tearing her apart, as two more men emerge from her home. They stand in a circle beside a reasonably new skimmer, the dark blue paint scuffed on the right back end, one of the thrusters dented and rusted around the edge. She has never seen the two men with Jackus before. Strangers are rare in her parts, enough she takes notice of their bulky physiques, the way their leather coats, hanging to the tips of their pointed boots, seem new and manufactured, probably purchased. That means money, as does the skimmer, and the city, more than likely.
Her first fear Jackus is here for her, for revenge, fades as the three argue. He doesn't seem to be in charge. Are they looking for her? Not l
