Wisp strolled into the bank casually heading for the Automatic Dispenser. It had been a few months since he’d escaped from his internment in Vankeetsens and times weren’t smiling down on him. He’d managed to siphon off some funds to pick-ups and safe houses around the verse but these were quickly soaked up with pay-offs and bribes. After setting up one of the verses most powerful crimelords he was pretty much on the hit list of any two bit gangster and above. Not to mention the Alliance were still keen on having him arrested. All this laying low, running away, and slipping cash to people so they’d look the other way was not easy and very expensive. He’d moved planet about every two weeks, sometimes less whenever anyone found him. He’d been on Harvest moon barely four days before a gang of mobsters had tried to whack him. Of course these amateurs were no match for a combatant of Wisp’s skill but where there was one there would be more, so it was time to move on. Unfortunately such a quick move would be costly and that was currency he just didn’t have. So he fell back on a tried and tested trade. Crime.

Now Wisp was far too smooth for some common hold-up. The plan was to go up the Auto Dispenser, A simple firewall hack, eject a smooth stack of platinum, then walk away. The theft wouldn’t be noticed till the end of the day and he’d be well off-world by then. Any sort of criminal activity was risky as it attracted unwanted attention but the situation demanded it. The bank was pretty classy for a backwater moon like Harvest. High ceilings, marble floors, brass fixtures along the counter. The guards stood discretely around the edges of the room, only two with only sidearm’s, nothing like you’d see on a core world but this place would only go through a fraction of the business. As one would expect the major transactions of Harvest were various forms of farming. Terraforming had created a mild climate with regular rainfall. Water was contained in freshwater lakes with only 30% of the world’s total held in saltwater oc