Snippet #1420301

Gert, Soon After Arrival

"My god, this hell-forsaken port again," Craven murmured quietly to himself. He was dressed in the typical garb of a businessman--after all, being recognised as a Shadow Phoenix agent wouldn't do much good for him here. Here on Gert, though, there were of course very many businessmen--a category of people Craven held a great amount of disdain for. Caring so much for money and personal wealth--they thought it gave them power. Craven scoffed--true power could not be gained from petty, material objects to which people assigned value.

Well, there's that ship... he thought as he strode casually past the designated cargo ship.