Claire stepped off the crate, repeater still raised, You got my goods? She said, half a tone of anger in her voice. Whoever this was wasn't the reason she was pissed, but in Claire's mind, everyone was at fault.
She stepped a few feet closer, the business end of her repeater staring at the man...
1 hour earlier..
Adumar.. Claire thought with contempt, she hadn't faced much with any other emotion in quite a while, hatred, anger and disgust filled her soul as of late. Her nearly worthless freighter broke atmosphere of the planet. They had tons and tons of munitions here, something that...