Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 17:42:31 GMT -8
For a moment, Virgil seemed lost in his thoughts. Honestly, he'd give just about anything to escape them. He brought the glass to his lips, and felt the smooth burn of bourbon slide down his throat. Placing the now empty glass on the counter of the bar, he looked around to capture the attention of whomever was tending bar at the moment. "Another, please," he said vacantly. His mind was currently pre-occupied with thoughts of the communique he had received earlier that day. Fen's shipment was due to arrive at the end of the week, and once more Virgil was expected to do as he'd been asked... (had he actually been asked and not told.)
He'd receive the contraband, and in a matter of hours, Fen would collect the true shipment. And he'd be compensated for his guilty conscience. A stubborn sigh escaped his lips. Was it really worth it? He began to contemplate offhand just where he'd likely serve out his sentence when he was inevitably caught? Would he be shipped back to a Federation penal colony? Or would he be subject to Etimonian laws? So far, it seemed as if it were inevitable to get the fresh start that he'd planned for here in the Gamma Quadrant. It seemed no matter the corner of the galaxy that you escaped to, once a criminal always a criminal.
Looking back along the bar, Virgil's eyes surveyed the area to see if his refill was a viable possibility in the near future, or if it was to be yet another thing he longed for... such as starting over and condescending glares not plagued by his past.
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He'd receive the contraband, and in a matter of hours, Fen would collect the true shipment. And he'd be compensated for his guilty conscience. A stubborn sigh escaped his lips. Was it really worth it? He began to contemplate offhand just where he'd likely serve out his sentence when he was inevitably caught? Would he be shipped back to a Federation penal colony? Or would he be subject to Etimonian laws? So far, it seemed as if it were inevitable to get the fresh start that he'd planned for here in the Gamma Quadrant. It seemed no matter the corner of the galaxy that you escaped to, once a criminal always a criminal.
Looking back along the bar, Virgil's eyes surveyed the area to see if his refill was a viable possibility in the near future, or if it was to be yet another thing he longed for... such as starting over and condescending glares not plagued by his past.
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