I was getting even more concerned based on what I was seeing of the trail I was following, because it was going the way I wanted to go. Like I had a vague sense of where my shop used to be, and where I generally lived, and whoever had come before was seemingly going right my way, and that either meant I was a time traveler showing myself the way, or someone knew about me/where I lived and was there to take something from me.
I was a bit confused though as to what they could take. The shop I ran was illicit, but not like super much so, and none of the objects I left behind we're all that dangerous (that I remembered, obviously though you can forget things that are actually dangerous). The pit in my stomach got worse and worse as I followed the trail that amounted to how I left the underground, like whoever came back in knew the exact path to my shop and it's not like I was openly holding a shingle, and that the streets and such were all the recognizeable anymore.
"We did do a scan for life signs correct?" I wasn't talking to the ship for a bit, didn't want to be bothered really, but now I felt we must have missed something, had to have missed something.
"It was really impossible to fully identify life signs sir. Withe biological contamination the planet registers as fully with life." I heard the foot steps before I saw the weapons, there were four of them and they didn't exactly look friendly.
"Well I think we can update our file on people living here." We being hopefully me was the implication I made here.
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