Heavy black boots splashed down a crowded walkway. Light streamed through the storm clouds softly, giving the surrounding area a sort of…mono-toned, filtered look. A thin yet athletic man lifted his little inconspicuous cellphone to his ear and looked toward the sky through his shades. Today, the rare industrial spaceship was set to dock. From conversation among the crowd, the ship was coming here to pick up PI cargo for the first time since the start of the program ten years ago…’whatever PI is’, Kevin thought. Kevin didn’t know much about the fancy business astronauts and their super huge ships. Only that the idea of wearing a tuxedo in space and saying you have lots of money was super cool and he always wanted to be one! Right along with all the other things he ‘always’ wanted to be that compiled with every new year’s resolution.
“Now, Kevin. You might be wondering why you’re standing here.” The voice on the phone said. It was the head of Special Operations, Joel Harvosky.
“To watch the big space ship come down from the sky?”
Joel could practically hear that stupid grin and starry eyes he usually gets forming on his face. Joel rolled his eyes, “Yes…But not just watch it. You’re going to get on it.”
“I’M GOING TO GET ON THE SHI-” Kevin shooshed immediately as Joel panicked about his loud voice. He glanced around and tugged the hood of his black jacket further over his head and began again in a low, but ecstatically high-pitched whisper, “I’m going to get on the big space delivery truck?!?”
Joel was getting impatient. Hunched over his keyboard he continued. “Yes, yes, now listen. I bribed- IIII mean, made official arrangements for you to board the Red Industries Ship, and from there you will be transferred to the closest station that is in our system- You listening, Kevin?”
Kevin’s eyes were huge and glistening under his sunglasses with drool practically pouring from his mouth. “Station….sys..tem…” He mumbled in a daze.
Joel breathed a sigh, “Now, Kevin…when you reach station and make it to the ship hanger, you’ll be directed to your official Spec Ops frigate. Then I will brief you on your mission.”
Kevin was practically shaking apart by this point. “Going…to space…mY OWN. SHIP-” He inhaled a big breath, but before he could let any noise out that would likely shatter someone’s eardrums, Joel interrupted once more. “Kev-Kevin. Kevin. Focus. I need you to quietly board the ship through the crew entrance off to the side. Someone will be at the docking bay to give you a proper uniform and show you in. Got it?” He said slowly so Kevin could thoroughly comprehend.
“Yessir!” Kevin responded so high that his voice could barely be heard, with a salute that Joel couldn’t see.
“Good. Now get going.”
“Sir…are you sure you want Kevin in a ship? He’ll get lost in no time…” Joel’s assistant asked.
Joel looked back at him with this strange wild grin that told a story without the need for words. “That’s the point.”