**Jakob’s Mate(3): A Pale Imitation**
***Jakobs Mate is made up of mostly independent stories, but if you’d like to read more…check my profile for previous entries (can’t link here).***
“Hey, don’t wait up, alright? I’ve got to run in to grab some things, do some shopping, and then I’ll buy quantum fuel. Sound good?”
Sadie was in a hurry. I was more than a little curious.
“What do you mean, ‘don’t wait up?’” I chuckled.
“Oh, that’s a nunya saying. I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.”
“None ya—”
“—Fuckin’ business, yeah it is,” Sadie winked. “Anyway, I’m safe. I’m just taking care of some shit, alright? I’ll be back in the morning.”
“Alright, bye, Sade—”
She was gone before I could finish my sentence. It was unlike her to be so cryptic. When we arrived at Outer’s Gate station, she made some shady calls from her room. It was like she was hiding something.
“Yeah, that’s Sadie,” Pru laughed, throwing a backpack over her shoulder that we had provided. “Every time the Scarborough docked at Outer’s Gate she did exact the same thing.”