To Cortex address:
Tom and Brenna Murray,
Unit 1503,
Township of Wexford, Greenleaf, ZQ
From Core address:
Conall Murray,
Basure
In Transition, ZQ
Sent: 2506/12/02 17:15 Received: 2506/12/02 17:47
Dear mom and dad,
List few nights ago I was introduced to a drink called Mudder’s milk. We went to a throat emporium that looked kind of quiet until Deckers and Spacers started to get into to a quarrel. I have never seen such a disturbance of men. The whole lot of us was bound for charges of disturbing the peace.
I don’t remember much about the jail cell. I spend most of it losing my dinner into the he chromed throne. Harry and I limped back to the ship in the morning and Captain Jack met us at the main hatch. For a little woman, she sure was terrifying. I wasn’t sure she was ever going to let Harry and I come on board.
Once she managed to grant me access to the ship. We were both told to remain in out cabins until we got underway. The only reason I got to come out was that Harry and I have jobs to do and we can’t do them locking in out bunks.
Captain Jack passed me in the corridor and stared me down. I never thought that a little woman could be so scary. I still feel the affects of the Mudders Milk, it kind of feels like a got hit in the head will a shovel.
When I get the courage to asked the captain, where we are heading, I will let you know what she says.
Love Conall.
