Addressed to the Reaver Mercenary Company

[Silver]

*Tries to wipe out the blood in her hands and face with a rag*

Err. Sorry 'bout my presentation, Commodore.
Was recalled from my vacations to.. make some business.

And don't mind Copper. He's slightly... err.., but endearing once you get to know him.
Great mechanic and medic, if you can figure that.

So. All of this 'bout me shooting junkies?
Fair 'nough.

Your place, your rules, your laws.
We'll.. keep our fangs in place within Liberty.

I do find it funny you're placing.. a semblance of trust in junkers.
Quite the oxymoron.

*Laughs*

Here's the payslip, Commodore.
Sorry 'bout that extra cred. My finger slipped with all this blood.

*Looks around the bodies*

Mercs after Reaver heads.
Guess someone has their backsides sore.
Need to find out who they are. So i can send some ointment.

*Laughs*

Have a nice day,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[Sonja]

Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, Planet Manhattan, Fort Bragg
Encryption: Secure

Silver;

Thankyou for your cooperation. I hope you do not let Copper speak for your organisation on other matters, I was beginning to think the company was not going to fulfill it's obligations.

This fine is not about trust. It is about an unarguable breach of the law. If the situation ever finds itself reversed within our borders, feel free to bring it to our attention.

Transmission Terminated

[Silver]

*Puts the cigar away*

Hmm.
Well, pleasure in concluding this business of ours.
Time to go kill something.

Bye bye,
Silver.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop