The Walk
Posted on Tue Mar 20th, 2012 @ 3:17am by Hank Tasco
390 words; about a 2 minute read
Mission:
Session 6: Take 5
Timeline: Current
With most of the crew either sleeping or catching up with each other Hank decided to go for a little walk. "Im going out." he said to know one in particular as he closed the front door. No doubt the fng sneaking out in the middle of the night did not inspire much trust in the crew.
Looking up into the night sky Hank saw nothing but clouds and smoke. "lovely view ." He said sarcastically to himself.
"I know." replied a scruffy man standing infront of a flaming garbage bin. "The stars are so lovely to look at."
"Right..." Hank said taking great strides backwards away from him.
Turning the corner Hank continued with his walk. His journey was twofold, report in to his boss and secondly pick up his gear he had left in a locker at the nearby spaceport.
Spotting a communication booth Hank made his way over to it; the booth who's original colour had long since faded was covered in graffiti and grime.
Opening the booth Hank was greeted to the sight and smell of a homeless man living in the booth. "Get the hell out of my home!" Screamed the homeless man jumping to his feet and attacking Hank.
Years of training instantly came back to him and Hank dodged the attack, before round house kicking the homeless man in the stomach Chuck Norris style. As the homeless man lay on the ground sucking in air, Hank grabbed his stuff from the booth and chucked it into the street. "That will teach you."
Closing the booth door, Hank activated the communication booth with a slip of latinum before placing his call. "Hey its me boss, just checking in. I'm on a story right now that should be good, I'm going to be heading into Romulan space, so that should keep the readers entertained. If you need me, you know how to contact me."
Terminating the communication Hank peeked out of the booth but saw no trace of his failed attacker or his stuff. With the spaceport only a few minutes away Hank hurried over always staying aware of his surroundings.
Opening the locker Hank pulled out a duffle-bag of clothes and his camera bag, throwing both over his shoulder he made his way back to Walter's where hopefully his absence wasn't being missed too much.