Entry Number 050603A

I stare towards Rose, whose assumed her position on the co-pilot seat, shooing away one of Raller's men. Raller himself was toying with a dice cube, sliding it down one end of the table and bringing it back again. He looked tired like many of us, a worn soldier in clad leather and a cigarette puffing from his dry mouth ever constantly. He didn't look like the man to run and manipulate millions into leaving a decent amount of credits inside his slot machines. However, the innocent looking ones always are the spies.