"Abisselfa."

He managed to slip away long enough to buy him some time.  The crew of Valhalla was off in the small backwater town, collecting supplies for their next run.  Dav was there not ten minutes ago, using his pay from the last job to secure a private transport off this rock that was leaving within the hour.  He had little time, and until he found Fensen, every second counted.

Standing at the entrance to the cargo bay, he glanced around with dull, emotionless eyes; even a dead man's eyes.  Someone who didn't want to see this place as a home.

He walked in further, hands fumbling with the three notes he'd manage to scribble while at a saloon table with the crew.  Little did they know some were meant for them.  He had a chance to stare at each of the letters' recipients; none paying him any mind.  It was tough writing them, and even tougher walking the quiet ship to play delivery boy.

 First stop was the bridge.  Not to drop off a letter, but to sit in his chair one last time.  Sure he wasn't with this crew for too long, but this was his chair and they were family for those few months.  He reclined in it, throwing his arms over his head, before getting a swift kick back to reality.  His time table was being compromised.  He had to move.

He passed back down the ramp and headed into Meyer's office.  He unfolded the paper and placed it on the stack of papers in the middle of his desk.  It wasn't messy by any means; business just hadn't been tended to yet.

     "MEYERS,
THANKS FOR BEING A GOOD CAP'N, MAKING SURE WE GOT PAID AND ALL.  HOPE TO WORK WITH YOU AGAIN.
                                                           ~DAV"

He headed back downstairs, en route to the Preacher's quarters.  He wasn't much for religion, but just in case, he thought.  "Better to be safe than sorry."

     "MINX,
SAY A PRAYER OR THREE FOR ME.
                                                             ~DAV"

His final stop left him dazed in front of a sealed door.  He grimaced, spouting what Chinese cusses he knew well.  He knew what laid beyond the door; he just had to get to them.  Removing his ship key card, he prayed to Minx's gods for a show of good faith, as he slid the card in.  And when that door slid open.....

It was the first time he had smiled all day while he helped himself.

     "IMRHIEN,
HAD TO BORROW SOME OF YOUR GUNS FOR A MATTER OF PERSONAL BUSINESS.  SURE YOU'LL UNDERSTAND.  TOOK A BIT OF AMMO TOO.  MIGHT NEED IT.  DON'T TRY TO FIND ME.
                                                             ~DAV"

If she'd inspect further, as any weapons collector would, she'd realize he creatively-edited out the acquisition of a grenade into his arsenal.  Maybe his pen just ran out of ink, or the paper wasn't long enough.

He spoke to himself privately, dust and dirt being kicked up as the smallish shuttle landed outside Valhalla.  The bigger transport waited in orbit, en route to planets closer to the Core.  He stepped down the ramp and into the grass, walking stoically for the shuttle.

"Time to hunt the hunter." He spoke amidst the roaring engine exhaust.