I was out on the street. No money, no assets. I couldn't reach anyone I knew. There was no one to help me. And I was stuck on Kyushu. Gorgeous world, but still an ass end of the Kusari space. It was indeed the lowest point I had ever reached. It was time to cash in a few favors.
First, I contacted a local smuggler with an offer: I'd transport a cargo of his to a Liberty system, provided he finds someone else to return his ship to Kyushu. He gladly accepted: working with the Knights gave me insights into backwater routes and low-traffic lanes that are very helpful when you want to move things under the radar. He equipped the ship to my specs, and I was on my way to California.
The trip itself went almost perfectly. Almost. I narrowly dodged a team of heavly armed police officers half way to California by using occasionally unstable jumpholes. The trip took almost twice as long as it should. By the time I reached Cali Minor, the smuggler that hired me was insane from worrying I got caught along the way, or worse. I docked the ship, the cargo was removed and I had a small amount of capital at my disposal.
So I hitched a ride to Los Angeles. I was looking for exactly one place and two people. First stop: Santa Monica maglev central station, lockers section, locker 30598, or more specifically, its content - a suitcase full of documents, recordings, ship manifests, scan printouts and a whole array of useful material. After getting that, I could look for the people.
First was Charlotte Sterling, m.d., a plastic surgeon and head of one of the most elite clinics on L.A. When she saw me sitting in her office on that sunny thursday morning, she was all
. It was simple - I needed facial plastic surgery, tattoo removal and a nano rejuvenation, all of which were to be free and done immediately. She wanted to refuse, naturally, but the amount of dirt I had on her (ranging from black market organ trade, Cardamine smuggling, elite prostitution to paramilitary genetic experimentation and the like) prevailed and she accepted without much hassle. Blackmail as always proved to be a valuable tool when you have nothing else to lose. It was a time for new me. Five days later, I came out of the clinic looking like a different person.
Second came Liberty senator William "Billy" Auxon. Oh, he was a special one. A descendant of one of the original sleeper ship captains, Henry Auxon, one of the richest and most powerful families in Sirius sector, who had stakes in Ageira, Synth Foods, BMM and a crapload of other corporations - he was as good as targets get. Not because he was rich, but because he really enjoyed partying with what could only be described as ancient Romans-style parties, with rivers of wine, mountains of drugs and entire transports full of both male and female whores... He couldn't be blackmailed though. He was far too powerful for that. Instead, I wanted a simple repay of favors - I had organized and escorted some sensitive materials for him, his parties and his companies many times, and PX's international ban was affecting him a great deal.
It was simple - I wanted my assets unfrozen so I could work again, and he was powerful and well connected enough to provide me with that. I stayed at his mansion for three days until an army of his minions got it all worked out. Favors were called in, pressures were applied, two people disappeared and one was found dead after shooting himself six times in the back. Police called it a suicide, obviously.
I got my assets back. Ships, money, stored goods, all of it. Only catch was, I was to dissapear as quickly as possible.