Lounge Rouge

[oZoneRanger]

*DelaFontain was not surprised to see Malrone paying attention, he fought hard to focus*

"look...ah...first things first my dear friend.."

*DelaFontain takes a drink and takes a second to recompose himself*

"...I see that rent on the fine facilities I occupy is coming due.."

*DelaFontain hesitates just long enough to look at his fingernails letting his last words linger in the air, waiting for Malrone to make the next move*

[oZoneRanger]

*DelaFontain, reached over and pulled up his left sleeve to reveal a NetInterface unit strapped to his forearm..he tapped in some numbers and looked up and smiled at Malrone*

"There....if you check your account, you can see we have paid for the next 6 months....(burp)...man that is really good beer Mr.Malrone...now do you know of anyone that can assist in cargo transfers out in Tau 29?"

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[Ames Research Station]

Well...


*He seems to remain frozen in time then suddenly moved again.*


Well that will depend what you need, transport, escort ? If you need escort our pilot number is running low. Most of them are far away from Kepler right now. And for a transport what type of cargo bay is needed ?

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[oZoneRanger]

*DelaFontain worried about giving out to much information, he took another drink of the Ale*

"Let say, for the sake of argument, that I have a contact that has a need for Neon and Luxury Foods, and he on the other hand can provide me with Software packages, but we, for the sake of safety do not wish to meet up and make the transfers directly and be seen doing business as that might prove bad for our respective lives..."

*He took another drink, trying to read the emotionless face of Mr.Malrone*

"So...I need someone with a 3800 unit cargo ship to act as an intermediary, preferably at the Freeport in the Taus, they meet my captain load up on Neon and Food, head to the RV point and meet my captains contact, exchange goods and then return to my captains ship for the last part of the exchange..."

*DelaFontain decided that was enough information for now and took a final drink from the glass*

"Oh, and Ill need an acknowledgement that you have received the Lease payment of 50mil credits to your acount, credits dont fall out of black holes you know.."

[Ames Research Station]

Yes, we received, don't worry about that anymore.

So all you need is just one of our transport and crew for a cargo exchange. Well I don't see any problem just let me know where, when and what we will have to transport, expect the neon and Lux'Food.

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[oZoneRanger]

*DelaFontain relaxed a bit, shifted in his chair and signaled the human hostess for one more bottle of Liberty Ale*

"Yes.....Mr.Malrone....it is a simple operation, but profitable...I am prepared to (hick-up) pay you 4million credits, plus a small bonus consisting of half of the Promethium we are able to get our hands on...and I would hope that we would be able to repeat this process as many times as is safe."

*The new Magnum of Ale arrived at the table and was quickly opened and poured, DelaFontain took his glass in hand*

"So sir...Do we have a deal?"

[Ames Research Station]

Well, we already found a good deal about prom'.

But well we will always help researcher, it our company job.

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[oZoneRanger]

*DelaFontain stood up, and grabbed the Bottle of beer out of the metal cooler.*

"Ya know what Mr. Malrone...Lets just forget about it."

*He took one last drink from his glass and set it down on the table almost loosing his balance.*

"I have wasted to much of your valuable time..good day sir...."

*DelaFontain heads to the bar, pays and tips the bartender and waitress and exits the Lounge, leaving Mr. Malrone with that frozen in time look on his face*

[Ames Research Station]

Well...


*The customer is always right He though.*


The moment has passed. Back to work.
Stan call me as soon as somebody want to meet me.


*He finished one of the last bottle that DelaFontain forget and leaved the bar.*

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[shemkel]

Ronnie entered the bar with a tired look on his face. He nodded to the barman and sat at the corner table, facing the room. After a moment, the barman brought him a glass full of ice and, without a word, Lancehead transferred him 20 credits. He then pulled a bottle of Mother's Finest from under his black leather jacket and filled the glass with the booze. He drank it all in one big gulp, sighed and filled it up again while starting to relax a bit.

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Once a Xeno - Always a Xeno