<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Following<em>The Line</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, just after nightfall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/><strong>"The strikers were taking up space on the landing pad. I know that Cap wanted to make it a priority to land there so we could offload the cargo a little more easily,"</strong>Phil told her.<br/><br/>As they ducked into town again, Phil led her in the direction<em>The Line</em>had gone.<strong>"I have no idea what the fuck is going on,"</strong>he told her. "<strong>If I had to guess, I'd put my money on a big force of Levetts coming in to break the strike, with us getting caught in the crossfire. As far as I know, we don't have any enemies to speak of on Shadow. Hell, we were bringing in cargo for the canneries here."</strong>He was starting to wonder a bit himself what could have caused the mercenaries to open fire on the people on the ship.<br/><br/>Still, with a mess like this, it would be better to get off-world ASAP.<strong>"I promise you though, just the two of us now shouldn't attract any attention unless the Levetts back on the landing pad saw us. If they did, I think we would have a lot more lead following us right now."</strong>He blew a stray strand of hair out of his face and kept moving through the town.