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The administrators office of Freeport 2 was a tasteful if not spartan room fit to handle the day-to-day running of the steadily forgotten station. It was of course, until it became the den of one Jimmy "The Rat" Fattore. Now covered in parts of illegal weapons, pads containing blackmarket prices and half-empty packets of cigarettes it resembles the safehouse of some wanted criminal.

Jimmy was sat at his desk, cigarette in mouth and greatly absorbed in a flickering computer screen. He was awaiting the arrival of his two partners in crime, "Tweaker" Ted Thompson and Jasper "The Ghost" Saulder, who were on the way up to discuss a drug-induced idea from Ted.

The door chime sounded and two men entered.

"Hey guys, about time you got here. What'dya think? Not a bad joint huh?"

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Jasper walked into a hazed room full of cigarette smoke drifting through the poorly vented room.
"So this is the new joint huh?"
He takes off his overcoat and places it over a chair.
"You know Ted is going to ask you where the bar is."
Laughing he turns around and see's Ted stumbling through the door way.

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"It ain't exactly the Kvartet but it's somewhere we can use for now, just keep a low profile yeah?" Jimmy said giving a knowing look "This place is crawlin' with pirates and bounty hunters. I'm kinda surprised it ain't been torn apart yet."

He stubbed his cigarette into an ashtray and placed his elbows on the desk. "So, how we gonna get ourselves this fancy new liner fellas?"

"Yeah real funny Ted but a heist?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow "We aren't exactly known or knowin' of Gallia and the Brigands we've only just made contact with, somethin' tells me askin' them to straight up hijack a liner ain't on the cards."

He walked over to a cooling unit and pulled a few bottles out.

"Pick your poison Casper." Jimmy said standing them on the desk and fishing out some glasses.

"Now I'm not sayin' it wouldn't work but it's gonna be a long shot, any other ideas?"

Jimmy shuddered slightly at the mention of the Oasis.
"I've taken too many rides in those things, every flatfoot from here to Kusari uses them as prison transports. Lets just say I ain't keen on havin' one as my home yeah?"

Taking the bottle after Ted and pouring himself a drink, he sat back in his chair. "Price isn't the only thing we've gotta think about here, we push too far and we might as well buy one of those floatin' cities Renzu sell but we make the job too complex and we start invitin' trouble. I do like the look of those Gallic liners though, they've got a flare to 'em."

He tapped his chin for a moment "Havin' all those toys could be fun but carriers don't exactly have the flash we wanna show and what they carry ain't nothin' to write home about. What we get has gotta be stylish, you know? Send a statement that says yeah, we're a real class act..."