Fixer #10

She was trying as hard as she could to think through the problem while not getting killed. It was time to leave the market. She really was sure it wasn't the real Juneau. And with that she quietly faded into the crowd that was gathering.

She was seriously being followed and she didn't like it. If this kept up she was going to have to call the fixer and then her ego was definitely going into the tank.

She retraced her route to the hotel -- watching for signs she was being followed. She felt comfortable only when she stepped int her room and locked the door behind her. Comfort is certainly relative.

After a quick shower, she noticed the flashing message light. Some things are always the same no matter where you are. Picking up the phone, she rang the front desk. The message was from the fixer. He had a lead on the woman in the picture. She was to meet him at he Hotel Koaroly on Aspinal -- one of the frozen planets.

Emily wasn't happy to leave. She loved the temperate climate of Nevas 4. Becoming ahuman popsicle didn't appeal to her at all, but she really had no choice. She had to find the woman and find a lead to the real Juneau. She packed her bag -- gave her suite one last longing look and headed to the tube station.

She jumped from Nevas 4 to Aspinal, bitching to herself about how cold it would be the whole 90 minute trip. Orbit -- jump -- orbit. As soon as she touched down she heard a page. "Emily Jerris, courtesy tele.comm, please, Emily Jerris, courtesy tele.comm."

"Meet me at Aspinal Forest Resort. I have a spot all picked out." Quick message she though and hailed a cab. The cab was a horse-driven sled. Definitely one of the frozen planets. She was again wearing her fox-colored fur coat with the whole complement of cold weather gear.

The Aspinal Forest Resort was the height of luxury and her cab was met by a livried man who helped her down. Another grabbed her bag and carried it inside, while a third led her to the registration desk. She wasn't sure she like all this high profile treatment. It made it hard to blend and sleuth it out. She wished the fixer had fouond a less posh place, or at least a more discreet posh place, but she'd live with it.

The suite she was checked into was a small apartment. Lord, she didn't want to bbe there long enough to have an apartment. The suite had a living room, small kitchen, two bedrooms and a bath the size of a small pasture. The suite was done in cool soothing blues. "How appropriate for some place that was so bone chilling cold," she thought.

She put her gloves down on the table and picked up a note addressed to her.