Oliver signed the last page in this set of documents. He moved the stylus around in his hand, he could feel the tempiture differences from where he had been gripping it for the last hour or two. He noticed that he wasn’t looking behind him constantaly anymore. It wasn’t that he’d finaly convinced himself that nobody who even happened to look over his shoulder wouldn’t know how many acts of purgery he was commiting on that set of documents alone, it was that after the 10th or 20th one, he’d stopped carring. Oliver disliked the amount of time he had to think as the next set of documents loaded. The colony development building was so far uptown he suspected many of the people he had passed by in the lobby where diplomats and ammbassodors, the streets of embassys being only a block over. He saw people in the application room checking tablets and phones, verifing information, possibly putting together their life’s work in this large room lined with chairs and computers. The database finaly loaded the last set of paperwork Oliver would need to fill out with false names, imaginary places and real bank accounts.
As he began to work through the lies he’d be telling on this sheet, he heard a sigh of releaf a few stations over. Oliver looked over as a partialy balding man gathered his things, a confident look of satisfaction on his face. He smilled as he left, giving Oliver a polite nod, his friendly mannor clearly more to do with still patting himself on the back. Oliver wished him the best in his head, hoping he did well on whatever planet or moon the man would be building a habbital world on for the next decade. Oliver would likely still be hear on earth, though according to these documents he had sighned, he’de be on a planet 70 light years away, with nearly three quarters of a million in supplies and currency from government aide to build a colonly, in a system no one would know didn’t exist for a good 5 years when the standered development check-in tried to find it, by then the money and supllies long ago laundered and in the pockets of the Triad.
Oliver rose and began to walk to the opposite side of thecircular room from the exit. The room was lined with a dozen statues of god like figures holding worlds abouve their heads, between the statues were computer stations, flat tables backlit with the touchscreens emulating a desk full of documents to fill out to request the government aide to build a home on a far away world. Directly across from the door however, was a small room with glass doors that sealed to prevent sound from leaking to prying ears. He called Xiao Ling’s number as he entered the privacy room.
“Its me.” Oliver pressed a button on the wall as he sealed the door, the glass slowly fogged to prevent prying eyes from reading lips. “Its done.”
“Any trouble?”
“No, the references you gave me held up, and as long as your bribes with the primary inspectors work then as far as anybody knows those supplies left the planet once you pick them up.”
“Why don’t people do this all time?” Xiao laughed.
“A lot of reasons, since New Antica They’ve gotten really strict about this kind of thing, if it wasn’t for the conection the triads had there no way this would have worked, not mention the penalties are-“
“Not as bad as murder?” Xiao chuckled, Oliver held his face in his hand, trying to block out the image of his mother and the look she would give him as a child when she was disapointed.
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