Nebula

Turning Over - Part 3

There's no profit to be made on the basis of right and wrong.

Those are the words that Goodcat goes by. In his opinion, making money isn't about the right and wrong of it, it's only ever about where the profit lies. It always has been. Every time I think of that rule it makes me sick to my stomach because all I can think about are the people who've been touched by his plague. People who have blindly followed and been killed without a second thought of why.

I had to talk to him. I had to make sure Goodcat could sort this maniac out before he found the drugs and became uncontrollable. Right then and there Anchor was vulnerable - he had only a few guys on his side and the cartels were getting impatient. Goodcat had to send someone else to mars to get rid of him. And yes, I mean it in that sense.

Getting back to the Presley felt good - the dark grey metal, levers, screens and buttons were welcoming to say the least. This wasn't Ty's first time on the Presley, but it had been a year or so - a lot of things had changed.

Every few seconds I swear we were talking like: "Damn, where'd you get this?"

"A visibility processor? A Durian moon a few systems away. Got a good deal for it, actually, I did the guy a favour."

"What kind of favour?"

"Gave his gran a trip in space."

"Aww," She crooned, thick with sarcasm. "Did she enjoy it?"

"Yeah, I think he did." I told her, smiling a little. "Until I threw her out the air lock."

I expected Ty to grow concerned and ask worriedly about what happened to the old crone. Instead she was much more suspicious of me when she asked: "What happened?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Nothing? It was an accident, then?"

"Yes. One that was bound to happen sooner or later."

She gave me a stare that was utterly priceless, she couldn't believe a word I was saying, but then again I was a convincing liar. I thought she'd shout and scream at me about the good and bad of downright murdering someone like that. But Ty was far too tough to do something like that, she had probably done the same in her gang - who was she to judge? She gave me a playful shove. 

"Good one." She assumed I was joking and I stuck to that idea.

I played around with the controls for a bit. Made sure everything was where it was supposed to be, checked that the drugs were still there. Of course they were - the shield I installed a few months ago was good at the job that it did and made sure that none of the goods would come up if people were looking for them. 

"Anchor's been here." I knew that I was stating the obvious.

"Yeah, no shit. Did he find anything?"

"Not anything he'd be interested in."

"Well that's good, isn't it? He hasn't got the drugs he needs."

"Yeah, but he's still out there and I need to tell Goodcat what's going on."

"What can he do? He's probably on the other side of the galaxy."

I sighed, programming in the contact details he gave me before I left Kyspaia. "Yeah, well, you don't know Goodcat."

There was a pause, she looked at me strangely. Actually more in surprise than anything because she couldn't believe I actually said that. I was distracting myself with programming some co-ordinates that honestly weren't needed, but my hands needed to do something.