[u][b]Arriving at Ganymede[/b][/u]
While the Captain was understanding of their grief she really didn't like the idea of working for criminals. Ironic as it may be that most of her crew had a history of criminal activity, she wasn't willing to give up her own integrity for the sake of paying bills. She had seen too many good officers head down that road before and it never had a happy ending. Sara appreciated their intent but made it clear that she had no desire to pursue the opportunity. Eventually they reached the point where they would be exiting the hyperspace highway of the Astral Gate and returning to normal space. Her cigarette had long since burned out and so she tossed it in the ashtray on the table as she got up to head to the bridge. Before she left the Rec Room Sara made one final remark, "Don't lose faith in me yet boys. We'll get through this slump, we always do." She only hoped it was true. 

[u][b]In orbit above Ganymede[/b][/u]
Ten minutes from gate to orbit felt like an eternity as the retro thrust engines put them in geostationary orbit above the ISSP headquarters in Ganymede's capital, Sara had performed the maneuver hundreds of times before. She got up from the helm to answer a call at the comm station as a familiar face popped up on the view screen. A relatively young clean cut man with more hair spray than a prostitute at a photo shoot.

[b]"Well, if it isn't the free bird herself!"[/b]
"What?"
[b]"Lynyrd Skynyrd?"[/b]
"You know I don't listen to classical music, Marcus"
[b]"Your loss, babe. I take it you didn't just drop by to see my handsome face again?"[/b]
"You disappointed? I'm here for the Harrison bounty, and don't call me Babe. I used to be your superior officer you know."
[b]"Sure, you 'used to be'. Anyway, there aren't too many bounties out to be had lately, which is ironic since ISSP can barely cover the whole system on it's own. But hey, don't worry about that Harrison punk he's small time. I've got something you'll really want to see."[/b]
"Alright, what have you got?"
[b]"It was just posted this morning, an arms dealer from Tijuanna moved in a couple weeks ago and he's been making some noise on the east side, expanding his business throughout the docks in New Birmingham. This guys worth 120 000 woolongs but only if he's captured alive, if you kill him you only get half but even then he's worth ten times that punk you came here for. I'll send you all the information we have on him."[/b]
"That's great! The boys will love to hear about this."
[b]"The guy's name is Alejandro Ruiz, but Sara... I know you're good at what you do..."[/b]
"Yeah?"
[b]"This guys no joke. He's dangerous and he's got muscle to back him up. Even the local hoods won't go near this guy. Watch your back okay?"[/b]
"My team's no joke either but... thanks, Marcus. We'll talk again soon."
[b]"How about over dinner? I know a nice place whe-"[/b]
"Goodbye, Marcus."

Sara cut the transmission before he could finish and headed down to the Rec Room where she had gathered the crew. They would surely be excited once she told them that they were heading for a big payout.