Rose set her courier ship down on Crossroads Station and grabbed her briefcase off the galley counter. The Annandale might be a Guild courier ship, but she still had to pay her way. The AI-infused creatures, who were in stasis that filled the case, would pay for Rose and her ship’s intel missions for at least the next few trips. Too bad that the buyers were pirate slime. The Star Traders Guild didn’t discriminate when it came to trade.
Stepping onto the ramp, her own AI’d mouse squeaked.
Damn, Rose’s pirate queen sister, Thorn, was docked alongside unloading slaves and drugs.
The Crossroads sucked, so did intel work.