The bar was muggy, but sitting on the swamp would do that to a place. Sweat beaded on Jacob’s neck as he sat at the bar, in between two horrendous smelling oafish men. He winced as the breeze blew the dank odor into his nose. He took another shot of scotch and looked around the bar again. Why did contacts always want to meet him in places like this? He could never tell who was friend or foe in these places. If they had met in the square, back in town, he could have had his own allies stashed in alleys and places. But this was where his buyer felt comfortable, so he had to go with it. He just hoped this hit would be easier than the last one. His last target had been ex-special forces. Probably the hardest hit he had ever had to do. He sighed as he took another hit. Something flashed on the screen about a large ship that had been found months ago, out in an uncharted area of black. Jacob shrugged.

‘Just some looped out freak that decided to take a swim. Why is everyone so hyped about it?’ he thought.

Then a picture flashed on the screen of two men. The first was a bald man with a red goatee and an evil grin on his face. The second was a younger man with the most familiar eyes Jacob had ever seen. He looked at the young man’s face. It was slender, but not to the point of being emaciated. It was an old picture, looked like it would have been taken during the war or something. Jacob shrugged and stood from his seat. The news said something about a reward for information on the location of the second man. Jacob shrugged. He was no friend to the Alliance, though most of his clients were higher ups in the infrastructure. Had he been old enough, he felt, he would have fought for the Independents. He shrugged again. This wasn’t the time to dwell on such things. Someone walked in that he knew had to be his contact. She was tall and gorgeous. Her blonde hair seemed to radiate in this dull room. Her long legs were draped with black cloth, but it clung nicely to her figure. The holster on her side housed a sawed off shotg