Maria contorted her fingers, cracking her aching knuckles. Though her hands had thawed since the pickup, positioning the 135c was still more luck than judgment. The wheels bumped onto the pad, sending a jolt through the cabin. She heaved herself up and tossed the penguin souvenir back onto the bed. “See you soon, buddy.”
Machinery processing countless tons of cargo howled throughout the station. Maria nervously approached the kiosk, but a few clicks later was paid and mentally shopping at Skutters. Going straight was easy.
The 135c rose into the darkness. Though calmer since the drop, the colossal security guns tracing her path prevented real comfort. She’d heard there were jobs on ArcCorp without the risk of another holiday on Aberdeen. Still, a GP-33 would keep her safe anywhere; even where it all went wrong last time…