The Words of Rhagnarr (Continued)

My Mentor laid out the plan: A simple, straightforward raid. The intelligence had given us a pinpoint location for a slave ship, down to its itinerary. We would know it�s every movement. Armed with such knowledge, We could easily procure false identities, and sneak aboard the ship in plain sight, then strike at the key moment.

It was a simple plan.

I hate �simple� plans.

Too many new faces, perfect intel? What was next, a flight permit for the ship, so we won�t have to steal it? This is beginning to stink.

When we got to the station, I tried to quiet my fears. After all, my mentor knew what was going on, right?

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