This is not my city—it isn’t my world. I can’t remember how long it’s been since my first assignment. Fugitives are my business, and I’m very good at hunting them. I never fail a mission. Unfortunately, my latest conquest took me here to a world of excess and instant gratification.
This world is the perfect hiding place for those who want to thwart a prison sentence invoked by the galactic high court system. I can’t say that I blame them. I know I couldn’t stand a week in the cube tucked away in a square only large enough to touch each wall with my fingertips and toes. Only having one hour per day to move about a small courtyard would drive me insane—as it does for so many.
I haven’t heard from my commander in weeks. Something big must be brewing. I don’t want to venture out tonight. Although, this is the time of night that the people in this city move about the most. I need the downtime—the quiet time.
Sitting here, on the windowsill, I think I’ve noticed the beauty of my surroundings for the first time. I find myself rethinking my profession. Should I find a peaceful planet to settle down on? Would I be happy? Catching the thugs of the galaxy is gratifying, and it pays well. But, what will I do with all my money?
For a moment, I fantasize about a relaxing, carefree lifestyle on the blue planet. Then, it occurs to me that I’d be bored after a month. Perhaps I should buy a vacation home instead. I could take some time off now and then—you know, clear the mind.
For the moment, I’ll chase the thugs and haul them into the courts. I should hear from my commander soon. So, for now, I wait.
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