Ryszard Szczepa??ski's Story

“You need numbers, fair enough. Speaks to your intelligence.” For a brief moment Xavier considered testing his hypnosis.

No, not like last time, he thought.

“50,000 Terran credits.” Xavier was bluffing, somewhat. His intention was to redirect the Detente’s next payment to the Courier. However previous payments matched the ballpark and he was satisfied that even if he was off by a couple thousand, the Courier would be satisfied as well. “You'd be headed to 75th Street, which you’ll find in the business district. Public transport will take you. You’ll head south onto northern Main Street, then east to reach the business district. From there you should have no problem heading into 75th street where our blood bank is. Not an overly popular area, but hardly devoid of human life either. I’ll send instructions via communicator once you arrive. I promise that if you follow them perfectly, you’ll have your money within 24 hours. Do we have a deal?”

50,000 Terran credits. James is kind of stunned by that figure, as it seems like a lot of money for a task like this. Usually if he were to do something like this, it would be maybe ten, twenty thousand Terran credits. And it's not even a monetary bank, so it must mean a lot to this guy if he's willing to pay that much. A blood bank... Something kind of registers in the back of The Courier's head, but it goes unnoticed. "We have a deal." He holds out his hand to shake X's.

Others kept filing through the Spaceport, of little concern to Xavier.

James let out his hand to shake his, something that almost seemed unnatural to him at this point. After a wave of confusion washed over his face, Xavier took his hand and shook it with childlike fragility. This could be the start of a friendship, even.

Don’t be stupid.

“Perfect. Perfect. I’ll accompany you to the bank. Then we shall part ways, although as I said I’ll be in constant contact with you until the job is done. No time to waste.”
Xavier stood up, swinging his backpack around and heading outside to the public shuttle centre.

Lewis checks his watch. He's an odd figure, standing in this spaceport, but then again, when were there not odd figures in a spaceport? His mission may be odd, though. He's here to hunt vampires, of all things. The cross-shaped patches sewn into his shoulders glint silver as he turns, and he looks at the digital clock on the wall to sync his watch up to.

Chaos erupted in the bay at the departure of Sol Senshi. As soon as the sky door opened to allow it to pass through, an alarm began to blare. All over Wing City Spaceport, officials mobilized to the scene of the crime.

A Gundam, decommissioned tech and unseen for ages on Terra, was ascending into the sky. It was supposed to be sent to Sol Enterprise but um...well, it was currently headed off planet now wasn't it?

Someone was in deep trouble!