173 pulled the old tarp over his craft, hiding it pretty effectively if he did say so himself.
During some research on the way to Zsashos V, 173 had been lucky enough to stumble upon a document describing an old smugglers' bay near the core of the station. It had been added by weapons dealers over two revolutions ago, but had fallen out of use as the kinds of weapons they were smuggling became legal or obsolete and so much was added to the station that only the smallest crafts could possibly get to it.
Setting up camp was next on his to-do list. As forgotten as it was, this bay was no good. He couldn't risk leading someone back to his craft as he came and went, and it was farther from the core than he'd like. He'd made a list of potential hide-outs using old plans of the original station, the first spot being a long trek away.
The target's signal had stopped broadcasting not long ago. Maybe it was just interference, but 173 suspected the tracker had somehow been compromised. A concerning thought, since all the human subjects in the file, now destroyed according to procedure, had had their trackers on the inside of their ribs.
Maybe he would need the refrigerator on his craft after all.
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Time Traveler Part I (Feeling Like The World Forgot Me)
FanfictionFreedom fighter and undercover spy Ben is caught on a mission, experimented on, cryofrozen and forgotten about. He wakes to find everything he knew long gone, the luxury space station he'd been investigating now a patchwork city of outcasts, outlaws...
