Suddenly, he was alone.  All the cops rushed off in different directions, trying to catch up with whoever they were chasing.  Eddie took the moment to exit the bar and shake his head.  He hoped they didn't want him to stick around, because there was no way he was going to be taken in for questioning.  He imagined they wouldn't be very happy when they found out he wasn't on any formal register.<br/><br/>Eddie walked the Corridors alone, passing by numerous displays, all trying to sell him something.  Suddenly, one advertisement caught his eye.  He stopped and moved to the wall where it had been playing.  It took a while for the programs to cycle through again, but eventually, he saw the same one again.<br/><br/>So, the AFT was looking for pilots?  Well, he was looking for a job.  With a new sense of purpose, Eddie started to make his way back to the Docks.  He wasn't headed for his ship, though.  He stopped a few times to check the maps posted all over the station.  It took him some time to get to the elevator to Dock 12, since it was on the other side of the station.<br/><br/>Eddie stepped into the elevator's spacious interior and leaned against the side railing to support himself as he descended towards the outer ring.  He still hadn't quite gotten used to the increased gravity on-station.  The techs kept it closer to Earth Standard, though he didn't really know why.  Tourism, maybe?<br/><br/>The doors opened again and Eddie stepped into the airlock, waiting again for the air to cycle through.  When the airlock finally opened to let him out, Eddie tugged at his patchwork sweatshirt and stepped through.<br/><br/>Of course, he wasn't expecting the guards.<br/><br/>