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Ah, James Trenton...
A good looking Junker if I ever saw one.
But a man of so little faith,
Ask yourself.. Why would we destroy business like that?
Call it business.
The Reavers were offered a deal,
One you wouldn't expect.
A deal to get them to stop killing,
And to leave the Congress alone.
*Smirks* No need for thanks.
If they don't keep their word..
We want to know,
After this little... Contract.
They have a lot to loose.
Primarily, a place to base from in Liberty.
This did both of us a favour.
Because simple matter of fact is,
Getting killed will effect the delivery of the supplies we ordered.
Can't have that now.. Can we, love?
*Giggle*
You are cute.
Care for a drink?
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Flattery does get people places
and girls what they want..
But that's not how I'm playing this.
You really do interest me....
*Giggles*
I understand that there is... sensitive information
In where you are going and who you are going there with.
And I get that you need to be careful with who you trust.
One slip of the tongue can end you up in Sugarland, right?
Or better yet.. Dead.
As for your Junker friends outside the Congress,
Talks are under-way as I send this,
To determine their fate in Liberty.
You will be notified of the outcome..
I'm sure you understand the delicate nature of the situation...
As for a drink,
Freeport Two
Its my favourite bar.
Meet you there.
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