"We were told that they couldn't leave, and they didn't like that."- Journal excerpt from Samuel Broker, victim of the Orion Incident It was an average day....or permanent night, if you couldn't get past being on a ship. The UEC Russia was a trade vessel that also took on passengers. The boarding was its usual, chaotic self for the underpaid workers. People moving up and down the hallways like self-important cattle, for slaughter. They mostly sought refuge...few would find it tonight. Few would find anything other than their lives ripped away. For now, they could rest and be together. Bang, Bang His gun fired with lethal force. Energy blast flew down the range and smacked the target, sending it away. It was free pistol range day, at the armory. Anyone with a legal license was allowed to come down and test any ammo and any model. Of course, anytime a gun was not pointed at the range it wouldn't fire. So no chance of accidents...or purposes for that matter. Bang, Bang, Bang Sam Broker was a merc....and a damn good one, for the right price. He received any contracts through the company he works for. So why was he here? Garfield Deacon. Famous. Multi-Award winner in the world of acting. Owed a lot of money to someone who had to funds to call for his death. He heard that he liked sports and would be at the UEFA Championship...and it was aboard this ship. Just a few blocks down, to his target. "Practice makes perfect." He whispered to himself.