I awoke the next day to the usual din of orgasm cries and spacebass. My brother was in a grunting heap next to me. I pulled on my stale trousers and ran my fingers through my hair, it was becoming a chore. I ambled through to the kitchen-of-times past, yawning. The performers from last night were passed out in the middle of the floor. I peered behind the old fridge and found what I was looking for, the bag of chocolate I had hidden. I made my way back to our room, eating merrily. I picked up an issue of fornax from the floor and began thumbing through it as I perched on the table. I managed to get through four pages, before I had had enough.
My brother's omni-tool began to flash. He was slowly roused by the shrill noise it was making. He tapped it and tried to focus on the message. His eyes widened, and sat up, rigid. He scrambled to pur his trousers on, fumbling for a few seconds with his belt. he pulled his boots on and beckoned sternly for me to do the same. He grabbed his jacket and threw mine to me. He strode past me, while commanding, "Come on". I zipped my jacket up, and followed behind him. He finally spoke out in the corridor, "Jeet's ready".
We stood in the lower wards for about twenty minutes before Jeet showed up. He approached us swiftly, darting his eyes at everyone he passed. He gestured us to get closer to the wall before whispering, "OK, the trader is in the market, she dosent have a stall but is stood near Harrot's. When you approach her, say you're looking to buy some Hallex. When she takes you around to the boxes, say that you have a contact at C-Sec who has a code that can get you past the security check-"
"She's not going to believe that!" I interrupted.
"No, of course she isn't", Jeet retorted. "But then you show her the code, and say 'Bellamy is going to let us in'".
"Bellamy? Who's Bellamy?" Aran asked.
"I'm Bellamy. I mean, that code is from Bellamy, I'll be approving your ship as Bellamy".
"And will she be convinced by the crucial name-drop of Bellamy?" I asked, mildly sarcastically.
"She will", Jeet said, sternly.
"What about the mercs she's with? How are we gonna get control of the ship?", Aran pressed.
"You two are the mercs," Jeet said, eyeing us both.
Aran and I stared silently at Jeet, who eventually smirked and let out a half-laugh. He handed Aran a picture which he studied for a few seconds before stuffing into his pocket. Jeet patted me on the shoulder, smiling, causing me to grimace. He set off rapidly, into the ambing crowds. Aran nudged my arm, signalling me to follow him. We proceeded into the market place which was alive with lights and chatter, people knocked us as we moved through the crowd. He scanned the perimeter of the market, taking in everyone's face. He briefly looked at the picture again, and squinted at it.
"Over there", He said, stuffing the picture into his pocket. He moved strongly through the crowd as I followed in his wake, as the crowd cleared we approached a stall with an elcor behind it. Aran told me to wait by the stall as he walked toward some adjacent crates. the screen of people was gone now, allowing me to scan the area. Aran was now talking to an asari perched on a box, smoking.
"Lyra".