7.

The departure was quick and unheralded. Our team is headed to May City for upgrades on their systems. Routine work.

On the sandsteamer, my ears are open for word of the Typhoon. Rumors are the only source of news, and I covet them. If by some coincidence our paths cross along the journey, I know what to do.

Before our departure, I slipped off to make a purchase. Nothing fancy, just a .45. My bargaining chip.

Now on the steamer, I remove it from its wrappings and watch the metal glint. My friend, don't fail me. We'll find the truth.