Alex reached the shuttle hanger; she spotted the man she was looking for easily.
"So you're my back up are you?" Alex asked, in an unimpressed tone.
"Robert Don Nard, at your service" He introduced himself, as he extended a hand.
"So you're a Merc?" She asked, shaking his hand
"That's is correct, Soldier of fortune" He replied proudly
"I see, good"
"For me at least, you try to screw me over, and I'll have no qualms in killing you. Comprende?" She answered, in a menacing tone.
"Heh, I get that a lot Chica, Don't worry, as long as your money is good, You have nothing to worry about" He seemed more amused then concerned.
"Well then let's get going" He said clapping his hands, and heading for an old, beat up shuttle.
Alex simply stood there, a look mixed of puzzlement and amusement locked on her face.
"something....wrong?" He asked
"Well two things..... I've seen newer vessels in museums, and also..." She kicked the support leg of the shuttle, it collapsed under the uneven weight and fell, causing panels to fall off the shuttle, in multiple places, components scattering away from their now-open containers.
"It's falling apart"
"MIERDA! HEY! Any damage you do my things, I'm going to add to my costs!" He shouted at her.
"Shut up and follow me." She shouted over her shoulder, heading for her personal shuttle, The Javelin.