Summary: Rogan has received a message from a friend, Michael Garibaldi. Rogan has travelled to
Blachthorne, Darven to meet up with his friend. Garibaldi explains that he has stolen some Confed
secret bio-weapon parcels and vital documents, and that the Confederate army has sent bounty
hunters after him. Rogan agreed to help him out, and when part one ended, a door blew up...

Part two: Escape!

The door flew across the room and the smoke made it impossible to see anything in the doorway.
I drew my plasma rifle and Michael ducked behind a sofa. Out of the curtain of smoke came three men,
their uniforms blue and silver, packing heavy weapons.

"Confed commandos!" I yelled as I fired five shots into the wall, hitting none of them. They quickly responded
with a plasma round that almost fried my head off, and I continued to fire plasma rounds as I walked backwards.

The three commandos split up and started looking around. I ran into Michael's bathroom and recharged the rifle.
Michael was nowhere to be seen.

"I lost visual" one of the commandos said with a dark, robot-like voice. "He went into that room" the second
commando said and pointed towards my location. The three commandos moved towards the bathroom.

"Okay, here it goes" I thought, and got ready to fight. But as the commandos were about to enter the room,
a loud boom was heard, and one of the commandos fell to the ground, with a bullet in his head. About half a second
before the other two realised what happened, another bullet nailed the second commando. The third now spotted
Michael and raised his gun, but I got him in the back with a plasma slug. "Damn, Rogan, that was a close one!"
said Michael as he threw away the old pistol and picked up a confed laser rifle from one of the dead commandos.

"Guess this one won't be needing this gadget anymore" he said, and picked up another one. He really looked
like an insane bounty hunter. "I'll pass" I said, "I got enough with these two. Plasma rifle and a proton blaster"
"The guards are alerted" Michael said and looked at the hole where the door used to be. "Let's get the hell out
of here!" He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table, put them in his pocket and walked through the hole in
the wall, with me close behind.

The hallway was, as before, deserted. The flashing red lights in the ceiling told us that the alarm had been set of.
We ran down the hallway, towards the elevator, scaring two civilians as we went on. In the elevator, I pressed the
"01" button; The docking bay. The doors opened, and Michael blew away a confed commando on patrol by the ships.

"Which one is yours, then?" I asked. "That one" Michael responded and pointed at a small cargo shuttle.
I laughed and asked: "That pile of junk? What happened to your cruiser?" "Long story" Michael answered, "some trouble
a few months ago...pirates. I ran into the leader on a bar a couple weeks ago."

"What did you do?" I asked, interested. "Nothing" said Michael. "But I did wire his ship with explosives. But enough
chit-chat. Let's get the goods over to your ship.

Some of my crew-members helped us out with the cargo while me and Michael guarded the entrances. A few guards
arrived, but we disposed of them quickly. Ten minutes later, the parcels and the documents were safely aboard the
A.S.S. Kicker. We boarded the ship and blasted out of Blackthorne just in time; A group of commandos and some
military bots entered the docking bay seconds after we were airborne.

I armed the weapon systems myself, and fired a round of torpedoes into a ConFed patrol ship. When it blew up, a
group of three ships entered the system. I armed a battery, and sliced the wing of the leading ship with the beam.
The patrol ship stopped in its flight, and crashed with the two others making a wonderful mess.

I hit the red button, and when three ConFed cruises entered Darven, we were on our way out.