"You've always had lousy luck." Says the Freelancer that could, in some light, have the best. Then again living this long- seeing everything that came after? Surviving the mess and dealing with what it made of him? Not all that lucky.

Maybe he should've just been good.

"Hope you got a pitstop or something up here soon, we're runn'n low on fuel." He'd topped off with what he'd had left at the site but someone put a bullet through his other jerrycan.