10 - Salin
Mutya 14, 2493
Three days after his arrival at Hydra, Salin received the expected message from the antique shop, informing him to stop by. Like the day before, he popped into other two stores to inquire about the status of his orders just to mislead Meviz.
‘Good morning, sir,’ the clerk greeted him when he entered.
‘Good morning. I believe you have a name for me.’
‘Yes, yes. I’ve found someone interested in that wreckage,’ the man said, smiling and handing him a data stick. Salin took it, tensing up. If it contained the lead he needed, he’d leave that filthy station filled with foul aliens and get closer to his craved promotion.
Pretending he wasn’t in a rush, he continued to stroll through Dome Two heading to the brig for another round of interrogations.
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