Neville sat silently looking out through the dark viewport of his shuttle as Atka receded from view. He hadn't been to Cryer's edge world facility in a few years and its battered state was a far cry from his memory of it. Large black scoring was evident on the external panels and he could make out the sealed inner blast door amidst some twisted metal members that lead back into the main section from a wing that had been desroyed during the attacks.
The Outcast incursion force had been pushed out of the system but their mark remained. Working and living on Syracuse made him forget the far flung reaches that his company involved themselves in.
He shook his head slightly and cleared his mind, "The task at hand.."
Neville looked down at the lit data slate in his lap, opened to the career profile page of a Maltese civilian, "Giovanni Cipriani" the title bar read. He smiled thinly, thinking of the irony of the visible damage on Atka and his next task to interview a member of House Hispania.
His ship made its passage with ease through the Sigmas 17 system and on down to Freeport 9 in Theta, without incident. None should be expected either, really.
Sometime later, he was escorted to the small and plain office they'd rented for the occassion and he sat down, pulled out his notes and setting up the vid recorder before arranging himself to await the job candidates arrival.
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