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-They hadn't known what they'd be walking into, then again rarely was that information accurate even when they did get it but had he known he probably would have opted to pass on what was supposed to be a simple prisoner pick up and transport.
-Their target was a man by the name of Linus Grissup, simple but expensive confidence schemes and a few incidents involving wire fraud wouldn't have registered on the Union Marshall Service's radar normally but when one angers those on high some strings are pulled.
-Both of them hadn't thought much of the man that stared back at them from their data tablets and they where briefed, a small guy, thin and caucasian with one slight lazy eye that he probably played toward the human tendencies toward sympathy.
- In this case it involved one Inspector by the name of Lawrence Miller, a cautious experienced man with a ten year stint in the Union Colonial Marines behind him. The other being a rookie who Miller had taken to calling Frez short for Frezno Garzina, fresh from the academy still slowly going through getting the rougher edges of his tendencies out.
-Their destination was a backwater colonial world known as Cascadium, one of two worlds in the Toole Star System and the more neglected of the two. While habitable it was the 'cooler' of the two worlds with a more alpine climate compared with the warm temperate to tropical tendencies of its closer sister world. The simple result being most of the money, settlers, and interest went to the other world leaving those who favored smaller settlements and wide open skies to find their own way on the frontier world. There was some economic interest however, various corporate bodies had started mining efforts on the sole inhabited continent. These brought sources of revenue for the dozens of small town sized settlements who's sole export was the spare food stuffs they grew or raised on slowly expanding farmsteads.
-Their first destination was the largest 'city' on the planet, one part cargo terminal, one part spaceport, and one part sin it was like most backwater worlds, where the world of interstellar transportation overlapped with the simpler lives of those who where slowly carving their way into this new world. Naturally it was where most came to trade for goods, cash, and if time permitted to entertain themselves.
-Of course all these sights, sounds, and smells hit them at once as they stepped off the converted military dropship and into the hot air of the planet's summer evening. A storm had moved over in the last few hours, rolling off the vast southern plains that made up half the continent and leaving wet tarmac and dripping water in its wake.
-"Jesus what a dump!" Frez commented as his uniform's boot nudged a hardy bunch of grasses coming up through a hole in the poured insta-crete that made up most of the landing area. It caused Miller to huff a bit, he'd grown up in a place like this. It had left him with a slight southern bray in his accent that played up from time to time.
-"Oh you haven't seen run down yet son, just wait till we get down the road a ways." He said, looking over and grinning at the younger man, he had to stop himself from laughing as Frez let out another sigh, a city boy was a city boy. And the somewhat short Hispanic had grown up and cut his teeth working security inside one of the more crowded space mining habitats that some inner rocky worlds played host too. It turned out he had a talent for the investigative side of things and after a few recommendations they'd pushed him on Miller post academy. Now they where on their third assigment together and the small adjustments to this methods where starting to show.
-Both men paused, watching as a pair of black 4x4 light vehicles pulled around the corner of a nearby building and headed straight for them. They were moving fast but smartly, the military grade tires throwing up a thin mist behind the lightly armored retired military transports.
-'The welcoming comity?' Miller wondered as he slipped his thumbs into the edges of his uniform's blue tactical vest. Waiting and watching while Frez let out a nervous whistle, as nervously shifting from foot to foot. Nobody liked being driven up on, especially on backwater colonies.
-“What do you think boss? Those are some relics.” Frez said, his voice low as the lead vehicle pulled up a dozen or so feet in front of them and slid to a halt.
-Miller shrugged, running his hand through his short cut brown hair, “Not everyone has the money for the fancy shit Frez.”
-The second vehicle had stopped slightly off to the side as the first's passenger door was pushed open from within. It revealed a red haired man of average build in a faded old pattern military jumpsuit with a pattern Miller hadn't seen since his first year in the Marines. He eyed both of the marshals for a moment before speaking with a heavy Oceanian accent, “Marshals Miller and Garzina I presume?” a small smirk on his face as he saw the discomfort in the latter of the pair.
-“That would be we!” Miller announced, smiling back at the man before stepping forward, one hand sliding on top of the door before leaning against it. “You the ride all the way in or do you just want to hand us the keys and send us on our way?”
-“The first I'm afraid marshal, believe me I don't like the idea of a six hour road trip either but all the same its nice to meet someone with your reputation.” He said as he extended a hand over the center console of the AFV, it was gloved with the sort those expecting trouble wore along with other assorted gear.
-“Likewise Sheriff Nott, you got a file to ya know.” Miller said as he returned the gesture both men sizing the other up before the grip ended and Miller climbed up into the vehicle, a decently sized kit bag finding its way into a nook as he took his seat. His newer blue colored gear contrasting against the well worn one Nott wore that was probably already past its time.
-The vehicle shifted as Frez climbed into the seat behind Miller, looking between the pair of older men before buckling into the seat.... notcing it was a harness instead of the simple restraints most passenger vehicles had.
-Nott must have seen him, “Sometimes we don't get to stick to the roads and the four point is better, unless you enjoy getting slung around as one of these gets intimate with the terrain.” Experience bled through the statement as Frez let out a gulp, stowing his own kit a little more secure then simply resting on the seat next to him.
-After some fiddling both men settled in as the AFV began moving off the landing pad and into the light traffic of the late afternoon.
-The small but growing city's name was Burris after the ship who's hull gave it the first building materials though now the prefab habitats and drop buildings were giving way bit by bit to more permanent structures.  Nothing high rise yet, just enough to house the sprawling population of seventy thousand or so as new settlers not looking to work the land trickled in to feed the growing service industry to support the first. Soon the preformed concrete of the planned city roadways gave way cheaper construction as they moved out of the city proper and into the outskirts. Single story residential and commercial was on either side before that to thinned out into rolling cropland, all the while idle conversion passed between the three. Mostly Frez asking the Sheriff about the female half of the population with the occasional note from Miller that they'd probably look down on his 'scrawny beaner ass'. Eventually the insults settled and Frez found the perfect angle against the tinted window for a nap.
-It was quiet that way for a little while as the sun slipped down below the horizon in front of them as the four lane road stretched out in front of them, nothing but the headlights of the second vehicle behind them.
-Nott broke the ice, “So you have any kids?”
-Miller inhaled slightly, “Didn't quite get that far, almost had a wife but I guess she found something better during one of my deployments way back when. I guess thats just how things work out.” While is face was less than serious, staring off into the night his voice betrayed the hate he had for it.
-“I've got two, the wife and them are back in town. Local girl met her after I 'retired' out this way.” Nott replied, his eyes never leaving the road.
-“You ever miss it?” Miller asked, looking toward Nott. “The Marines I mean.”
-Nott made a small chuckle, “The brotherhood, the guys, definitely, not the upper level bullshit or the politics, kinda why I like it out here.” His hand gestured out at the slices of illuminated grassland on either side. “The agri guys mostly keep to themselves and have their own security teams, I only get called when something actually needs a legal decision or something is spinning into something bigger than they can handle.”
-Whether or not Nott wanted to admit it, he and his two hundred or so 'agents' represented the only true law and order outside of the planetary militia, hence the Sheriff title.

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