The morning sun peaked over the horizon as the Nordic Troll settled to the ground twenty miles outside town. Once the engines had shut down, the cargo bay hatch opened and the “borrowed” loader pulled out of the bay, with Gerrin driving and Reilly riding behind him.

Two hours later, the loader returned, followed by a second loader. The second loader was driven by the dockmaster, Rodriguez, whom Anna had vouched for as being trustworthy. Rodriguez had a man with him. The two loaders pulled up to the opening cargo bay door.

All four men climbed off their loaders and Gerrin and Reilly faced the other two men. “This is yours”, Gerrin gestured as the rest of his crew came down the ramp with a single large crate. “Most of it’s Alliance money so most likely the local barons won’t report it stolen. They’ll probably cover it with their own money to avoid losing any government ‘funding’ they’re getting.”

Rodriguez nodded. “I just hope that’s enough to keep them from coming back on us.”

“Don’t worry, I threw in a little insurance”, Reilly responded.

They all looked at him. “An anonymous call went out to the nearest Alliance outpost in the area informing them of a possible robbery at the bank, so obviously your administrators are going to want to keep things quiet for now.”

“Oh. Good idea.” Gerrin remarked. Turning back to Rodriguez, Gerrin continued “Take both loaders back. Once the one we took shows up again, it’ll look more like an inside job.”

“Got it.” Rodriguez looked at him. “But you still haven’t told me why you’re doing this.”

Gerrin considered this for a moment and replied “I don’t like bullies.” Returning to the original subject, he continued “Just be careful how much you all spend at once and where you spend it. Do that and you should be all right”. Gerrin stuck out his hand. Rodriguez and Gerrin shook hands.

As Rodriguez and his companion drove off on the two loaders the