As 2200h approached he told Alice to stop recording for the
night. He had expected the usual objections and got them. He assured her that
he would turn on recording before he left for the night. As soon as he was sure
that they were no longer being recorded he let Duke and his friend into the
hangar.
Hans hadn’t been sure what to expect, but a man in business
formal dress was the last thing he had expected to see. He could have been
anyone from any respectable business, but he was a trader on the black market,
a member of the Dregs. It was a little disconcerting to Hans, but he did his
best to take it all in stride.
Duke handled the introductions. “Chimmey this is Hans, Hans
this is Chimmey.”
Hans shook the man’s hand and greeted him as an equal. “It’s
a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the
quality of the merchandise we’re offering to you, Chimmey.”
Chimmey smiled as he took Hans’ hand in his own. “I have a
feeling that you will not disappoint. I only hope that you will view this as a
fair and even trade on your end.”
“Please follow me.” Hans lead the way to the back of the
hangar where they kept their decommissioned stock before it was sent out to be
destroyed or sold. Chimmey went over the ship with a detailed eye, occasionally
making notes on his pad. After a few minutes he smiled and turned his attention
back to Hans and Duke.
“I’m going to say that I can get close to five million creds
with the right client. So that leaves us with a small deficit in your favour of
about two million creds. I can pay that out or we can do a deal for some more
product. I’d rather do a straight out trade to be honest. Although I could pay
you in even for cred it would take a bit of work to get that kind of cash
together.” Chimmey glanced at his notepad for a few minutes as he took
inventory of what he currently had in stock. “Is there anything I could offer
you in trade?”
Hans glanced over at Duke to see what he was thinking.
Credit would be nice, but it would be hard to explain away a sudden influx of
that much money. Duke took the hint and nodded at Hans. “Let us see what you
can get us and we’ll let you know. I trust you enough to let you take the ship
now. In fact, we’d prefer if you could take it off our hands now considering it
is already registered as destroyed.”
“What?” Chimmey didn’t sound impressed at the least. “I
can’t sell this with out papers. You told me that it would be legit Duke.”
Hans smiled. “It is legit. This ship is registered as
destroyed; however, the Juniper is not registered as destroyed. All you have to
do is change the markings to match the paperwork that we’re going provide you
with and it’ll look entirely legit.”
“I like you. You’re smart enough to know how to cover your
tracks. If you ever want to do business in the future, let me know. Duke has my
information. In the meantime, look over my inventory and let me know if there
is anything I can do for you.” Chimmey shook Hans’ hand, smiling the entire
time. He held out his notepad and Hans, touched his own notepad to it. It took
only a few seconds for all the information they needed to be transferred.
“You have the merchandise that we requested with you?” Hans
put his notepad away without looking at it. There would be plenty of time later
to look over the list, but Hans also had another idea that he hadn’t discussed
with anyone yet. He wasn’t even sure it
was possible.
“Of course, if everything went well I’d need a pilot to taxi
this to my hangar for me. He’s got your goods with him. I’ll page him in.” Chimmey
pressed a small button on the device he was wearing around his wrist. It was
only a few moments before there was knock on the door to the hangar and Duke
walked over to let the person in.
Hans gave the newcomer a good look over. He was so thin and
tall that Hans was given the distinct impression of person that had been stretched
out. When he got halfway between the door and where they were all standing he
stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth hanging open. There was no mistaking who
he was looking at, his eyes were fixed on Hans.
Chimmey reacted with lightning reflexes and pulled a gun out
from a hidden holster and pointed it Hans as he took a step away from them. He
glanced back at his associate who still staring in silence and then back at
Hans who had immediately raised his hands at the sight of the gun. There was
dead silence in the hangar for a few minutes as they all tried to process the
sudden change in events.
“Oh my word, you’re Captain Hans Beaulieu!” It was the
newcomer who spoke first, his vocal cords being the first part of him to
unfreeze. “Shit.”
“Do you know him Szelok?” Chimmey demanded.
“Know him? He’s only the best damned Armed Forces pilot that
ever existed. That man is a legend.” Szelok’s whole body twitched as if he
couldn’t decide what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go. Finally, he
dropped the case he was carrying and saluted stiffly.
Chimmey glanced between Hans and Szelok in obvious
confusion, but he his gun didn’t move an inch. “You’re Armed Forces?”
“Retired,” Hans slowly lowered his arms not wanting to make
any sudden moves. “I was injured on the job and I couldn’t fly for them anymore
and I wasn’t willing to give up my wings. I can still fly commercially though
so that’s what I decided to do.”
Chimmey lower his gun and after another moment put it back
away. “Sorry about that misunderstanding, but I’ve got to be careful in my
business.”
“A man can never be too careful.” Hans glanced back at
Szelok who was still frozen in a salute. “At ease already. I’m retired.” Szelok relaxed and bent to pick up the case that he had dropped. He walked over to where the three men stood waiting and placed the case carefully down at their feet before taking a step away from them. Duke reached for the case, but Hans caught his arm and shook his head.
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