Disaster in Space/Amy:Shipyard Delivery:Rendezvous
From Create Your Own Story
Right on schedule, your buyer exits the turbolift from below the pad. He is wearing the typical gray coveralls issued to government yard workers, but they don't seem to fit him very well. Since poorly-fitting coveralls can be a hazard, you figure he's wearing someone else's, or perhaps he's a manager who wears more roomy coveralls as a mark of his status. Either way, you are much too busy to linger on the thought.
The buyer, whose name tag says "NIELSSEN," greets you casually. He doesn't want to draw attention to the two of you. "At last we meet! I thought you sounded sexy over the FTL."
You smile graciously as he looks you up and down. He probably hasn't seen a woman in months.
You can't just stand around here - the longer you do, the more likely your smuggling job will be discovered. What's next?
