Ever since he’d decided to quit being a P.I. and to try his hand at running cargo instead, things had just blown up in Timaset Skooch’s face one day at a time. (Grezakian Flamebirds tended to do that occasionally.) Returning from an evening spent visiting relatives in Mars City he didn’t know he had, he arrived at space terminal to find his new acquisition stolen. A few minutes later, the crew of his slightly run down loderunner “Celeste“, returned from the nearby pub, blind drunk, puzzled and now technically unemployed as well. He was sure it had something to do with the 10 000,00 credits he was offered to transport two passengers to an asteroid in the rings of Jupiter, (as soon as possible, no questions asked), by a middle-man with no neck and a tendency to smile a lot. And to crown everything, his girlfriend was mad at him too (just a little). He was beginning to regret ever winning that card game…