*ding dong*, “welcome!”. Announced the cashier, a man in an asteroid 753 suit approached the center, “the usual please”, as he glanced at his watch, “and what would that be sir?” asked the cashier. The man looked up and rubbed his forehead, “new huh, well Ceres Menthol then”, “alright”, the cashier walked to the back and grabbed the cigarettes. “Here you are, will that be all for today?”. “Yes, that and 20 Zeno on station 9”, “okay, that’ll be 30 Zeno please”, as the man pulled out his hologram wallet, he looked outside and saw a car stop at station 8; 2 cops left their spacecraft and began inspecting the stationary craft on station 9, ‘shit’, “sorry, kid nothing personal”, the man pulled out a laser pistol from his belt and pointed it at the cashier, “you’re coming with me” yelled the man. The cashier raised his hands and led the sketchy man out the doors, the cops noticed the pair and raised their weapons “freeze! That’s enough now!”. “Don’t move, if you approach any closer I’ll splatter his head across the galaxy”, the cops relented and allowed him to enter his spacecraft and he booked it, once at a far enough distance. The man turned to his captive, “list to me, I need you to pull up a station, I need to contact someone”, the cashier hesitated, “it's a complicated situation, I won’t hurt you unless you try any trouble,” the cashier complied and pulled up a stream. “Enter 666666,” told the man, the cashier looked at the man in shock, “oh, don’t give me that look, the guy who I need to call is a bit out there, '' once the numbers were entered the stream began. “Hello, Reznovski” stated the voice, “come on Viktor, no need to be so formal with me, I know we’ve had our differences, but I need your help”, “if you pay 1 and a half times the normal price, then I’ll supply you.” Reznovski gritted his teeth ‘you son of a…’, “alright; I need some fuel, I got some guys tailing me and I had to resort to taking this kid as leveredge to get out of there”, “tell me the coordinates and I’ll see what I can do”. The cashier in haste, sent a message with their position, “ah, galaxy… quadrant…, sector…”, you are in luck, there is a station, 5 light years away; I can divert the police for you… but that will be extra of course.” Viktor smiled, showing golden teeth, Viktor sent them the coordinates and the duo jumped to the correct speed, once they arrived at the station, Reznovski looked over to his captive, “here’s the plan, I'm going to fuel the vessel up, you’ll stand watch; once I finish, i’ll hand you a charged credit; it’ll be enough for the taxi ride home and then you’ll forget everything that happened today, do you understand?” The cashier nodded and when Reznovski finished fueling; the screens of the other fueling consoles turned red, and began beeping then.. “What the?”, *kaboom* the entire station exploded in flames, after the flames settled, Reznovski pushed the ruble to the side. The flesh of his face had melted off, along with the rest of his body; he looked over and saw the cashier’s organs spread out crushed among the wreckage, “alright, Viktor I’m going to hunt you.” He waited in hiding until a group came to confirm the job had been completed, after they left the spacecraft, Reznovski rushed to the vessel and got into the drivers side; he gunned it out of there among a hail of laser fire.
Reznovski arrived at the new Tarntanya City, South Asteroid Cluster.
Once at the port, Reznovski walked down mainstreet among a haze of lights advertising this and that sin overhead, he proceeded to a bar on Suleiman road; there he entered a passage into a shadow filled building; he ascended the stairs and knocked on a door where he was asked “what is the password?” asked the voice behind the door, “Trabzon'' stated Reznovski and so, the voice replied “very well” and after a short pause the door opened, there Reznovski leered around the room and approached a mahogany bar. A madam server asked him “what can I do for you this evening?”, “what is the price on Viktor this evening?” asked Reznovski, the women walked to the other side of the room and typed information into a console and then returned, “the price on Viktor Parshenkov is 500,000 credits alive, 350,000 credits dead.” Reznovski paused and then stated “what leads are there?” The women approached Reznovsk and activated a Radio frequency that emitted into Reznovski’s brain. “Alright, thank you” and so Reznovski left the bar and entered main street. Once Reznovski approached the building where Viktor Parshenkov was stationed at, he took cover behind a concrete barrier in order to mask his surroundings; he waited until nightfall and then made his move, outfront of the establishment, there were two guards patrolling between the perimeter; once one of the men turned. Reznovski approached behind him and covered his mouth, as the victim struggled; Reznovski snapped his neck and dragged the man into the covering. Reznovski took cover and waited for the other guard to approach and once he repeated the fateful maneuver; Reznovski covered the man's mouth and gave him a piercing blow to his 4th vertebrate, the victim dropped and laid still. Reznovski went to the second story door, he laid a wire under the door. Once peering through, it appeared to be multiple people occupying the establishment, Reznovski kicked the door open and rushed into the corner room next to the door and chucked a flashbang into the room, once the occupants were disillusioned, Reznovski blasted the three members with a hail of bullets, he ran to the nearby wall to take cover from the onslaught of bullets from the other rooms. Reznovski rolled into the next room where he found Viktor using the refrigerator as a shield, Reznovski lit the ice box with many rounds until Viktor shouted “alright, I give up!” and left his cover. Reznovski smirked and retorted “good on ya, let’s get down to business” Reznovski held Viktor by his handcuffs and threw him down into a chair in a dim lit room, “tell me, how me how much did they pay you?”
