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The lanky Bretonian sipped at his tea, and regarded the Mandalore with what might have been amusement or curiosity or the Bretonian version of extreme annoyance. You could never tell with Bretonians, least of all their spies. The stiff upper lip had made the galactic crossing from Sol with them.

Unfortunately, thought William. Then he spoke; "They are getting ready for something. Something big."

The spy (William did not know this man's name, and he never would) shrugged and sipped his tea again. This small shop on New London was a perfectly inconspicuous meeting place. Good tea, too.

"When were you last there?", he asked the Mandalore.

"About a month ago." William did not add that he was smuggling Cabernet Sauvignon out. Good wine was worth that kind of risk, but he would never expect this man to understand that.

The spy put down his teacup. "What you are saying concurs with our assessment. But we do not know what they intend. Who do they intend to move against? Surely someone. The Outcasts, the Kusari, the IMG?"

William shrugged. "Maybe everyone? I've seen their ships. They could beat Sirius like a rented mule. Maybe we'd all better brush up on our French."

The spy paled slightly. The Mandalore had struck a nerve, but it went unnoticed. "We need you to go back.", he said.

William nodded. "Fine, but the price? We finished our previous assessment. You have the maps and data you were looking for."

The spy smiled thinly. "How much money do you need?"

The mercenary thought for a moment. "We don't need money. We need more powerful ships.." He smiled.

"Got any old Gunboats lying around?"

He had quirked an eyebrow at the Mandalore's question. "Got any old gunboats laying about?"

Well, of course he have gunboats. Plenty are lying in pieces across Leeds. He thought, finally taking a deep breath and sighing lightly, "We have plenty, and plenty of spare parts if you ever need them. These, bulky husks are nothing more then a death trap. Are you sure you want one or even three?" He asked, looking the Mandalore in the eyes.

William nodded, but didn't say anything. The spy looked to his right and brought his hand up to his chin, as if stroking a bread that was there, even though one wasn't. A few minutes passed by in awkward silence and he looked back at the Mandalore.

"Well. I'm sure the Director and Fleet Admiral will allow a couple of gunboats that are coming off the factory lines to be used for your mercenary group, seeing as how the Mandalorians have had a great track record with the Armed Forces, and Bretonia herself. In exchange for this information you have." He paused, picking up his tea cup and taking a sip of the now-warm tea. "Consider it a deal."

"Seeing as these gunboats haven't been part of the war effort due to their," He paused again, sighing a bit more heavily, "Large frame. Maybe their bulkiness will be put to good use else-where in Sirius space combating enemies of the crown on different fronts. I know the Mandalorians reputation precedes them in Rheinland space, you won't be using these gunboats there, will you?"

William shook his head, "It will stay in the border worlds, Bretonian space, and Coronado where our base is located."

"Hm, As I said earlier, it's all yours. We'll have a ship recommissioned for the Mandalorians purpose."