Sweat trickles down the side of my face, I have never been on an aristocrat's spaceship before. I peer through the curtain. The dining hall walls are lined with golden patterns of Roman and Norse inspiration, the tables look as if made of ice. I walk onto the stage in front of dozens of these self-proclaimed gods and set my cup on the coaster beside my turn table, beginning to play a tune.
Our last mission attempt on the Torbus Power Block failed… in my ear, I hear a frantic Marty, "I need you to come here right now this is an Orbitor Lock not an Estoni lock you told me it was Orbitor, recon was your damned job." I increase the volume to blend my whispers with the dancing, "On this ship pick locking is your job, distraction is mine and if I do who will keep track of these nobles, just improvise."
I glance over to the lead guard by the banquet's entrance and notice who it is, Auberater Lancer the strongest soldier in The New Europe Republic army. I whisper back to Marty before he can spew curses into my ear, "Hold tight friend, I have an idea but be ready we are moving the plan up to the baggage stage." After the set piece I play everyone returns to their tables. I am allotted a five-minute break, with that I talk to Lancer, he is intimidating and broad, "Hello goodman I don't want to alarm anyone so I came to speak with you first but I saw a hooded fellow walking to the northbound part of the ship which is meant to be restricted to guest's is it not?" His eyes widen and the entire ship goes on lockdown, he moves north and sees Marty standing by the Orbiter lock, wearing a guard uniform. He yells at Marty to retrieve the Torbus Secure Capsule, as he scans his eye and fingerprint to unlock the Orbiter door. Placing the power block into Marty's capsule. Marty flees under the guise of Protocol C-4512: Thief Aboard Secure and Bag.
"That's why I do the reconnaissance and you swipe the item Marty everything goes smoothly when you listen to me." In a stuttered laughter, "I have never seen a man so large, so angry Lancer was a demon you should have seen my face as that big oaf placed the power block into the capsule I was like a child skipping through a garden with butterflies and rainbows flying overhead."
Faint sounds of laughter fade into the night of space as they are released from the spaceship alongside the Aristocrat's scheduled 7:15 PM garbage release, back home.