On a Mission: Six – To the Edge of the Sky

I sit behind a dusty partition, right next to a huge pile of old boxes. I eye one of the boxes and gently run my fingers across the lid. The material feels strange, like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

If it’s what I think it is, then these must be ancient. Even one of these could get me a good amount of credits from the right collector.

I allow myself a moment to wonder about it before I redouble my focus on the guards at the end of the hallway. They’ve been standing by the door for six hours now. Aside from the shift change an hour ago, the guards don’t move at all.

None of the guards have glanced at this particular spot I chose to lurk in even once.