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Ok, I guess I should get this message forwarded to a "Jhon Petrucci".
Well sir, I must start with saying that all I know about you is your reputation, but you must know me from somewhere, apparent, by the lovely bounty you and your raiders have on my head.
I am but a simple merc that works for his client, and on one of these jobs I must have done something that must have royally angered you.
This is not an apology, I don't apologize for doing my work, but I must ask if you will reconsider your bounty on my head, it makes work difficult when one or two of your hired thugs are shooting at me.
Or if you will not remove the bounty on my head at least have the courtesy of telling me what I did to get a million credits put on my head, as the Raiders have not appeared in any contracts I've worked on as of yet.
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Sender: LaBrie, James
With a mind as devoid of intelligence as yours, I wouldn't be at all surprised if you forgot what you did to us:
You helped those mercenaries, Fran and Sommat-else tried to assassinate Diego, a trusted independent Outcast associate of ours. So we blew them up. You fled like a dog with its tail cut off and shoved between its legs.
So you sir, are a coward, as well as an assassin. Be grateful we decided to hire mercenaries to hunt you, rather than come after you yourself.
James LaBrie, Assistant to the High Overlord, Vagrant Raiders, signing out