Hola.
Name's Gabriella Casta, calling me Gab will do it, Administrator of the 'HundredFirst the days Estefania was my proxy in command until this beautiless mess came over our Finest, Ishmael, that to this day plagues Nacion clawing the shining light that could be. I doubt we had the pleasure so far within an official contact between our squadrons, though I recall your name from somewhere before what's mentioned in the archive-logs left behind by my sister.
One of your pilots, signor Alvarez, contacted me today making the point that your squadron seeks employment in service to the Ghosts. Such an open request freely to receive all around did and does not leave me with a comfortable feeling regarding the state of affairs within Nacion and actual qualitative superior utilization of maltese assets.
However, the Ghosts indeed demand once more Mosquitos to execute our will. Your pilots ability to move unseen and take down individual targets without hesitation and great efficiency will prove as the traits this assignement needs.
Your target is either in the Lower Omicrons around Delta, the Omegas as that or if you're devoid of fortune within the boundaries of Le Royaume de Gallia.
The specific task is to establish contact, take the marked target with you by one of your own or shielding and escort, assuring a shadowly passage towards the Sanctum and keeping any contact either nonexistent or virtuously taken down. More information once you signed your squadrons deployment.
If you're interested in being part to Nacions overall anew rise to power, state your operational status over these frequencies. If you aren't into taking this possibility, I'll personally make sure your existance is forgotten so the time balancing its counter occured.

Hola.
My darling Claes, you're to excuse my irritation over your answer regarding those encounters the two of us should've had that you insist happened previously, but our memories seem to diverge as mine does not recognize having to deal with you personally before. You on the other hand eventually confuse me with my sister, who indeed was in contact with you about your last commission.
It infinitely saddens me to hear that you still have to bite path through maltese society getting the so needed attention for your squadron in terms of finanical backup and military grade gear provided as you've yet still to rely on suppliance. A fact hardly acceptable for people as well known as you to only strife for Nacions best. At the same time your denial of any offer that was given to you over the last decades to join ranks with one of the major participants on Ishmael evades my understanding. You sure wish for your independence to stay, yet looking at the mentioned fact and your unwillingness to fit into a more present set makes it hard for me to've sympathy for your situation. You had and have the posibility to decide over your own fate, made your choice and now will have to arrange the consequences coming with it.
Claes, lovely, desirable Claes, I wish for you to attend a personal meeting with me so we get to know each other and, so the endless Nothing permits, have you illuminated in shining grace to further lead your pilots to victory. Should you accept, be aware that your squadron will have to accomplish the given task on their own as your presence is asked at some other place. I thought about the Abyss, that infamous club once opened and maintained by our one only, Anje, which is ever since her departure under Ghost administrative aegis.
For anything else regarding your orders, I'll have Kelly instruct your pilots.