Station Day 44
Seignur Veeoni’s Workshop
“She’s in,” Delia said. “Wants a meet at her dock.”
Seignur Veeoni looked up from the screen she had been studying.
“At her dock,” she repeated. “M Traven, your opinion, please.”
M Traven sighed, and glanced at Delia.
“Try to avoid inside the ship,” she said. “Hate having to go through hullplate.”
Delia smiled.
“I’ll stay on the dock, and I’ll walk away after the meet,” she said. “No worries.”
“That is the most desired outcome,” Seignur Veeoni said. “However, I warn against overconfidence. Also, M Traven can go through hullplate, if necessary. Your first object is to remain at large. If you are restrained, your object is then to remain alive until liberated. I hope this is sufficiently clear.”
Surprising, but clear. Delia nodded.
“Yes’m. Stay on the dock. If I can’t avoid being brought aboard, I’ll wait for Traven to knock a hole in the hull and bring me home.”
A flat black stare directly into her eyes before Seignur Veeoni returned to the screen.
“Do you have any questions regarding the mission or its purpose?”
“No’m.” Delia paused and glanced at Traven, who was looking in the other direction. On her own, was she? That was fair. She had to learn her way sometime.
“I’ll be fine, Researcher,” she said. “Just gonna sell this and come back. Right?”
“That is the plan. Report to me when you return.”