Excerpt: Watcher

They used floaters to take the cargo C'Haan had brought and stored that in the shed. Luckily the night was not over yet and everyone in the house was asleep. Freeman then took C'Haan to the cellar, from where the man from Norcadia Prime could reach the accomodations that were prepared for cases like these.

"There are comm units, so you can contact Norcadia Prime and arrange for some transport back," Freeman said. "I'm going to burn the broken down ship in the atmosphere. I have to get rid of it fast. Do you think you can manage?"

"Yes. Thank you, B'Rgoon, you've done more than a wonderful thing." C'Haan put a hand on Freeman's shoulder, and then went into the special area of the cellar where he could breathe without support again.

"I am going now, before it gets light. Good luck, C'Haan. And thanks for dropping by." Freeman grinned and then left, through the tunnel.

He took the two ships up to space, then ejected the broken ship. As soon as he saw it burn up like a meteorite, he took the shuttle down again, to Central Park, hoping things would still be safe. They were, as it was still raining in New York City.

With rain pouring down on him again, he sent the cloaked shuttle skywards and after it had been secured on it's strange parking lot on the moon, he started to walk towards his hotel, which was not far.

As he came in, dirty, dripping and looking like he'd been through the sewer, the man at the reception desk asked him if he'd had a rough night.

"One you wouldn't believe," Freeman said as he picked up the key to his suite. He looked at the clock. He had less than three hours to get to his morning appointment...