Templer's console flickered on. Rolling over from his bed he sleepily read the message.
Nice. The warning about Outcast contracts made him pause a moment. Jean was more moody than normal last he'd chatted with her. Something about school fees. Ah well, he knew people were mostly garbage, regardless of stripe. Those slavers were probably dead anyway, life expectancy being what it was these days out there, with the wars going on. In the end, he'd have to take money wherever it came from. At least till he got the others graduated.
"I'll take the jobs. Not too picky. I'd appreciate if someone did a little sniffing around." He typed back. Switching the panel off, he rolled back over but wasn't asleep when his alarm sounded several hours later.