Travelling Light

As I sit here listening to the low rumble of our engines, I have to question my analysis. I knew x0x0 was seriously thinking about heading out, but my sense was it was another of her wild schemes that would come to nothing. When Amyla told me at Firefly's she had left, I was shocked. I still am. I thought I had more time.

As is my habit, I'm getting ahead of myself. This morning - or possibly evening, who knows, time is pretty arbitrary out here - finds me installed in a cargo bay, passing myself off as a smuggler. A petty smuggler; one who won't attract the attention of the Alliance, but one who's prepared to pay a little more for a bit of privacy on the trip. I jumped the ship I'm on in Persephone by allowing the greedy captain to think he was playing me, overpaying some for the flight. I'm heading out to Whitefall, on a pure guess. I hope I'm right.

Saturday night was a night like almost every other. x0 and I were dancing and joking, and then she got a wave. She bolted right out from there, and, far as I can tell, jumped on Shadowbroker's ship to Downing. From there, it's conjecture, but I'm pretty sure I'm right. That evening, the governor's offices got burgled, and some "papers" of an unspecified nature went missing. Now, Blue Sun and the Alliance are in hot pursuit of the thieves. I think Svenska's being set up, but I'm not sure why. I do know that meathead is going to want to fence his papers somewhere familiar, and somewhere out of the way... and that means Whitefall. That's what I'm banking on. People are creatures of habit, and that shagua is no exception. I've got no choice, so I have to be right.

It's funny how the training takes over at times like this. The folks at Firefly's wouldn't recognize me right now. No drink, no suit, hair unkempt, and armed to the teeth. I hope I'm right. I hope that I can extricate x0 before the inevitable hole in Svenska's plan becomes obvious. But for now, all I can do is wait and watch the miles spin past.