<div class="floatleft">(http://www.aramda.at/wre/z01.gif)</div><em>Entering the bridge of the Black Jack</em><br/><br/>Jess came down from the bridge, looking for the captain. She had been in her newly rented shuttle, but there was only so much unpacking, decorating, fussing about small things and rearranging she could do. Also, she was in need of some information.<br/><br/>There was no captain in sight, but there was Edie, the pilot. Jessica was wearing a strapless and very short white dress, and no shoes, so she got a good view of the pilot pacing and talking to herself. It seemed a little impolite to just stand there and watch, so Jess cleared her throat.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, Edie, do you happen to know where the captain is? I could use some information on where we are headed so that I can look for a possible client or two." While she said that, she stepped into the bridge, her bare feet barely making any sound.<br/><br/>Tilting her head, she added: "Or maybe you can help me with that? Has our destination been decided?"