July 3, 2016 by dellanioakes
“As long as we get it out of here, consider it forgotten. Who’s picking up?”
“The ship’s called the Loup Garou. It’s registered in Beta Quadrant. Guy’s a gypsy of sorts, no set port of call. VanLipsig is the name. Wilhelm VanLipsig.”
There was a stunned silence. Marc said nothing, staring blankly at the screen. “You’re sure that’s his name?” he asked distractedly.
Riley’s hands fluttered over his keypad as he verified the information. “Yes, says here Wilhelm VanLipsig. Goes by the handle Lone Wolf. Do you know this guy?”
Marc didn’t reply right away. “Yeah,” he said hesitantly.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes