β Scribed by C.M. Simpson
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
I stayed off Mack's radar for a good three months, or so I'd thought. Maybe he was just letting me run. He found me, kicked my ass and hauled me right back on board. He'd been doing that on and off for the past twelve months. Problem was, Odyssey was also on my tail, and, when this job was done, Mack was supposed to hand me back. Not gonna happen. And, now I was back to Square One: Kick free of Odyssey & kick free of Mack... just as soon as the mission was done, because how could I turn my back on that?
NOTE: The main character swears like a sailor, and the support cast aren't much better. If swears bother you, this this story may not be to your taste.
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