Jimmy got out of the carriage and handed the driver the appropriate amount of platinum.  All he had was a backpack and a tool box, but he preferred to carry them himself.  As the driver pulled away he tied a bandanna around his face and put on some goggles.  He already had one disease from heavy metal poisoning, he thought, rubbing his painful thigh, why risk getting another?

He picked up his backpack from the ground, throwing the strap over his shoulder, and picked up his tool box.  As he walked to the ship, he looked around.  Jimmy had been here plenty of times before, looking for parts to refurbish or use.  The place was technically owned, but the owner spent all day watching Cortex vids and drinking, so things tended to go missing from time to time.  Not that Jimmy had looted anything.  The man still owned the stuff, and if he chose to waste what little money he had on cheap sake, that was his problem.  Besides, he didn't care who used his lot, or what they used it for, as long as he got paid.  He'd even help the Independents get supplies back in the war, for a profit of course, so Jimmy kind of liked him.

Jimmy approached the ship and noticed a woman in a HASMAT suit.  "Hasmat?  I don't think it's that dangerous out here" he said, setting down his toolbox and pulling out an old Geiger counter.  "See," he said, showing her the dial, "It's not even that radioactive out here."