[CENTRE]"Oi! Daniel! Where the hell are ya bloody little runt?"

"Where you think he is?"

"Probably the whorehouse, or something of the sort."

"Nae, me and Jovas just checked it."

"Whatever, we don't have the time. Let's get back to the ship, if he wants to be an idiot so be it, let the Commissar flog him."[/CENTRE]

At last, with a peep around a barrel shipman Bauke gave a relaxed exhalation to the world in general. He'd heard some bigwig from one of the Adepta was going to see the ship, and that - at least in his head - was the biggest sign that someone without a soul had to get the feth out. He checked his pockets, counting his rather pathetic amount of Thrones and miscellanous currency. Then he looked in the small pocket sewn into his coat's armpit and removed the magazine from the stub-pistol, counting the bullets. It was a poor thing, ricocheting off of flak armour right back at you and causing just minor bruising against mesh-weave. But he'd learned to hide it right and proper, and knew to draw it at reasonable speed. 

After a few moments of thought and respite, Daniel stood. He was still quite far from 'Nab' as it was called, and he didn't want to pay to get there by faster means. A second jogging on the spot and getting his breathing in rhythm, and he was off.

[hr]

It was hours later, but he made it. He was sweating buckets, his breathing was raspy, and his movements had become slow, weak. But he was where he needed to be. Daniel had heard a Rogue Trader was coming, and this was the perfect chance for life to take a turn in the right direction. What sort of rich bastard doesn't want someone without a soul, whether as an ornament or as a tool? After this thought hit him he quickly tried to beat the possible negative connotations of the words out of his head, for they were terribly unsettling for a young lad with quite the imagination at hand. 

Daniel sat, eyes hazy as he tried but failed to catch his breath. A quick shake of the head was followed by him abruptly rising, and then striding over to the first person who passed by. "Oi, you know where the Rogue Trader that's coming could be found?"