Port Sector was wreathed in a perpetual fog. You couldn't see most of the sector itself from outside. For that matter, you couldn't see more than 100 feet if you were inside it. The whole enveloping cloud was intermittently lit by the sporadic shuttle engine flares inside it, and the sector always rumbled as if from distant thunder. If you lived inside the fog- and soot-shrouded neighbourhood, you just got used to it. Or you left.
It wasn't a regular flight. Joel had caught only a glimpse through the haze, which had been enough for his trained eyes to notice the underslung weapons pod, hugging the shuttle's fuselage close but not quite close enough. Still, armed irregular flights were more the norm than an exception around here. Besides that, he'd just got a delivery to make, and oh yeah, the boss wanted it done yesterday.
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