Been a while, Lieutenant...Commander...oh, whatever. Fill that in yourself. Before you freak out and turn into a puddle on seeing my suave self after so long, this is for business.
While we were doing your jobs for you, I ran into an unusually large cardamine haul on Planet Los Angeles. Go check Warehouse B-61 at Stanford Docks before the Police swarm over it. I'm thinking this might be part of a much larger operation than what we're used to. Could be Contari, could be independent. I don't know. We'll try investigating on our own, but you'll likely have more free reign in the matter.
Oh and, we might have left a bit of a mess there. Just a few bodies though...You can handle it. Take care, sweetie.
COMM ID:Jane Hartman TARGET ID: "Bolevara" SUBJECT:Warehouse B-61 ENCRYPTION:High PRIORITY:High
You.
I wondered when you'd call to cash that favor in. Still living in a world where there ain't anything for free, aren't we? You know, used to be the case in the days of planet-bound navies that a ship'd pull a soul out of the water as a matter of custom and consider the deal done. A right shame we left those days behind, if you ask me.
A favor's still a favor, though, and I can recognize when I'm in debt. One thing, Bolevara, and that's it. I'm not one of your little Agents, or Informants, or whatever it is you're calling them these days. I do this for you, and we're even, understand? Back to you shooting me, and me doing my best to return the favor. Natural order of things.
Surface level on LA's corporate territory, so the uniform's not going to give me much push without a corp ID. I should be able to make it down and move the shipment off-world before the LPI get their hands all over the scene, but I can't promise you much more then that, particularly if Cryer gets wind of the whole messed-up situation. Christ, I hope those weren't our people you're putting bullets in, Bolevara. If they are, I promise we'll be having a talk later.
I saved your life. That's not a debt easily repaid...and besides, once you actually get there you'll find that it's me who has done you a favor yet again, mi amore.
No, they weren't your people...unless the Navy is hiring drug junkies these days. I am not judging. Regardless, as far as I could tell...these weren't the normal pricks you can hire for fifteen credits a piece. Which is why I've called your lot in.
I have no interest in fighting you or yours. It wouldn't be a fair contest, for one...and there are bigger concerns for all of us. So I'd dearly love to have a heart to heart with you sometime, without guns if you can manage that. Maybe opinions can be swung, Si?