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Day 47

Day 47

Still no sign of our target. I’m beginning to believe that the Admiral sent us on a wild goose chase, whatever that means. Mercenaries like us don’t get much respect. Probably because we’re all the same to civilians; they think we’re heartless killers who don’t have morals, who work for the highest bidder. No one ever stops to think that folks like us only do this to pay the bills.

Which is why I try to take as many transport missions as I can; I don’t like killing for a living. If it’s to save my own backside, I’ll do it, but ever since I saw the look in my father’s eyes as he was gunned down by The Cabal, I swore I’d never stoop to their level and take a life on purpose.

The name’s Cassie Thomas, and me and my crew are…freelance adventurers, you might say. We do whatever pays—and try to stay on the law’s good side as much as possible.
We won’t knowingly work for crooks, and do what we can to survive.

Hold on—a blip just showed up on the radar. Time to get to work. More later.

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