\"Planning a smuggle\"

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> The Captain finished his drink and sauntered off into the crowds.
> Peter was left at the table. He took out an `E-Z Hangova Remedi (for
> ages 8+)' and swallowed the purple sugar tablet and waited for
> sobriety to hit him. When it did, he stood up, left the Club and
> made his way in the directon of Shuttle Bay 4.
>
> He had a bad feeling about this.<endsnip>
Who: Peter & Kevn
where: shuttle bay 4, the Starbug
when: Peter just entered
Peter walked into the dirty cargo bay. There wasn't a sound there,
with the exception of the clunking and banging coming from the starbug.
He entered the mid-section and saw Kevn fiddling with a P-90 sub-
machinegun.
"Hey there," Peter said.
"Peter Marwood?" Kevn said in surprise, but still didn't take his eyes
off the P-90.
"Yep, so whats with the hardware?" Peter pointed to the P-90.
"I like it, thats all. That and the fact these runs are unpredictable."
"Like what?" Peter asked.
"Cops... pirates, hitchhikers, pirates pretending to be
hitchhikers,cops pretending to be pirates pretending to be
hitchhikers, and my favourite... the ol' 'bait and switch'." Kevn
finally set the gun aside, "Whew! You reak! You smell like alcohol and
sweaty breasts! Hope you take a shower before you go back to your
girl, or you'll be in the doghouse!" Kevn laughed as he held his nose.
Peter just shrugged.
Kevn went to the cargo hold, Peter followed. Inside was about twenty
crates of wine. "Lookie here, all that wine. Too bad its all going to
a French dude who probably doesn't know what sweaty breasts smell
like..." Kevn stared at the wine with a lust in his eyes.
"so are there going to be others?" Peter asked.
"Yep, just give Calver some time..." Kevn returned to the galley and
began to clean the P-90...
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