Journal Entry #49303-3
For the most part today was dull as hell, like every day on Arial. Being stationed here sucks. But at least I can play my gaming console every day so I got that going for me, heh.
But here’s the thing, this guy started doing deliveries here and he looks very shady to me. Dressed like a pirate, drives a Cutlass Black and every time, eyeballs me. Gives me the willies.
All of a sudden this guy turns to me and come close to the counter, after doing his transactions. Stares me down, making me think this is the last time I see the light of day.
Then quietly slides me a note with 100 credits and leaves. “You never saw me, kid”
I was baffled. I quickly pocketed the money, the smell of cigarettes still lingering behind him and thought about what had just happened.
Checked the landing logs and of course, his ship was unmarked and had never registered. The credits from his transactions had gone to some protected account.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to do any hacking anymore, but what the hell, had to find out what this guy was up to.