Chapter 108: Familiar Names
Nothing? Irwin thought as he dully eyed the mission log.
"Are you sure?" he asked, tapping his pocket.
"If you think you know better, by all means!' Ambraz snapped.
Irwin sighed, ignoring the surprised chatter behind him. He knew Ambraz was more than a little annoyed about being dragged all around to every Mission Center Scintilla knew about, but he just couldn't believe it.
We must have been to over twenty, he thought, stepping back and nodding at the Mission Centers clerk, who just waved him away.
With a final, annoyed look at the green mission tablet, which seemed to be the same at every one of the Mission Centers, Irwin turned and looked around the Mission Center. This was the last on this level. A dozen people were browsing the shelves lined with cards, far more than he had ever seen at the Greenbark Mission Center.
Scintilla stood near the exit, leaning against the door with a look of annoyance.
"This is the last one on this level?" Irwin asked as he walked towards her.
"The elders be blessed, yes," Scintilla said before hissing loudly. "I should have kicked Driseog's ass when he gave you that token."
Irwin grimaced as her eyes flickered angrily. He somehow didn't doubt she would have truly kicked the owner and boss of a small Mission Center. Still, as he put his hand in his pocket and felt the tiny golden-bordered card, he couldn't help but be grateful to Driseog. Without the token, he'd never have been able to look at the mission logs of the other Mission Centers. Well, those of the smaller, privately owned ones. His one attempt at one of the larger ones had been met with rejection at the door.
"Let's go before that old baldy blows a vein," Scintilla whispered.
Irwin followed her gaze to see an old off-worlder, arms clasped across his chest, glaring at him from across the room.