"I'm still confused at this." Therod wasn't exactly clear on why Trezlan though the safest thing for his son was to be in the midst of the mercenary world, but she also knew the usefulness of Rolando would go along way for her formative mercenary crew, especially with Carut laid up with a leg injury.
"You're not the only one, but apparently my father thinks a name change will make me invisible." Therod also noticed he'd shaved his blonde hair and was just flat bald with no facial hair.
"And your new name is?"
"Rowland Quick, yeah don't even say anything it hurt me when my father provided the IDs." Therod laughed a little bit, it made her ribs hurt. She had met "Rowland" at the spaceport, things had calmed down since he and his father had left and the next crisis she was involved with. The corporations had come swarming in to offer their services for repairs/scavenging, the remains of the Morlatech fleet. All of course except Morlatech which was in the middle of another scandal for assaulting the planet, the corporate council had already levied sanctions, which seemed minimal to threatening millions of people.
"Could be worse, you saw his list of alias's back in the service."
"Don't remind me, so tell me you at least changed the name."
"Eventually, maybe there is a disagreement we'll get to that when you get in."
"I'm already excited." Rolando did not feel excited at all, but compared to sitting with his father going crazy, this was at least close to what he used to do. And he could make a pretty penny at it without having to wear shackles, so better in some ways worse in others, pretty much the same as every day with his father.
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