Sender ID: Fiorella Arianna de Marco Recipient ID: Freelancer 'Caliban' Subject: Your Services Buongiorno
I am the Maltese captain you have met in Omicron Delta a few days ago - I am sure that your remember its name, the Amalfi.
I would like to know, Signor Caliban, what all services you are willing to provide for a proper financial reward. I am already aware that you are a capable pilot, but do you do private investigations, per esempio?
There are two freelancers which I would like to have investigated, yet if a Maltese ship were interested in them, it would certainly arouse their suspicions and they would leave. But there is just another, better option available to me - what if just another freelancer tried to investigate them?
Would you be interested in such a job, Signor Caliban?
I remember you. You've made it clear that you've got a fair amount of money just waiting to burst out of your wallet given the right circumstances. Although I don't get why you've decided to take me for a "private investigator". Was it my striking physique? An assumption that my flying skills also translate into an ability to manipulate others for my own gains?
I'm no detective, but if I were I wouldn't spill it like this. The Neural Net just isn't safe enough for that kind of talk. Best I can do right now is hear you out face to face. It's safer that way, don't you think?
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
I think I got it sorted out. Unremarkable as is. How about Ames Research Station? The bar. Otherwise, any other place of your choosing within reason. Fuel isn't cheap, you know.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
Let's rewind time a little bit. We've met again and discussed a second job. You want your two targets dead or crippled enough to remember what they've done for the rest of their days. We've settled on 30,000,000 Credits a pop. And a bonus of 10,000,000 on each if I was creative with the message. We're talking 80,000,000 Credits in total with the bonus added to it.
I'm confident that's all. You don't need to reply to this. It's just a memo.
"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."
Sender ID: Fiorella Arianna de Marco Recipient ID: Caliban Subject: Your New Gear Signor Caliban
My contact has already completed the job ordered by me and you will find your personal armory at Barrier Gate C, private warehouse 76-1B. There you will find six examples of every model of small arms and every explosive the Order manufactures under the Kemwer brand.
Solo una piccola nota - the detonators and explosives are stored separately, and the detonators are in sealed packages which will alert station's security should you unpack them and want to insert them into the charges while still onboard. It is one of the rules we had to agree to for storing such high-yield explosives aboard the station.