"So many reason there could be. Maybe ye want to go on the picture wi' me. Maybe ye come here 'cause ye want tae get Cairo FM running again. Maybe ye just wanna have a drink wi' me."
"No, Mr. Frosthearth, it's none of those," he said, folding away the drinks menu.
"I'm here to talk to you about your latest forray into the world of politics," he explained, "the LPFE is an interesting proposition to my organisation. A party that, should it gain power, might be more sympathetic to the cause of the Order than the current regime in Liberty..."
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"'How' is where we come in Mr. Frosthearth," said the man, "We are prepared to offer the LPFE the covert backing of the Order. Nothing public or obvious, but we are making it clear that if any party must rule in Liberty, we would prefer it to be yours."
"In line with that," he continued, "we are prepared to carry out covert operations in Liberty to further the cause of the LPFE..."
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"Could be interesting. Could have some use fer something like that I guess. Ye know, I do have some troubles wi' the authorities at the moment. I think that in order tae rise tae power. The first step would be removing some legal obstacles.
Now I don't have only enemies. I got a friend in the navy primary fleet called Remus Sius and there is also some odd guy in the LSF primary division. His name is Norman O'Connor. Now with him I am less certain about him being a friend or not, with Sius I am hundred percent certain. However, unlike Sius, O'Connor seems tae have a pretty good job wi' quite some influence. "
He pauses.
"Those two lads are what I would point ye at if ye are willing tae help us. There might be a third. There is also a primary division LSF lass called Ashley Sunderland, wi' which I had a few good talks when I was still in the Legion. Though I would mainly point ye tae Sius and O'Connor. Sunderland only when ye stumble across her anyway."
"Very well Mr. Frosthearth, I'll keep an eye out for them," he said, noting down the names on his wrist console.
"Now, in terms of what we can do for you directly," he continued, "we have at our disposal a small force of 'freelancers', who can be made available for any operations that might be required. Can you think of anything that such a force might need to do in Liberty to assist the LPFE?"
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"Nothing directly really. The LPFE is quite peaceful. We aren't an armed resistance, we are a political party. O' course I might need some things cleaned up sometimes. But can't think of anything right now."
"Very well Mr. Frosthearth," the man said, standing up and slipping a note to Tharog over the table, "you can contact us on this channel should you need to."
With that, he turned and abruptly walked out of the VIP area and back out of the club to the landing platform adjascent to the Hotel. Climbing into an unmarked Scimitar Border Worlds fighter, he jammed his fligh helmet onto his head and activated the engines, gliding up into the busy airspace of Manhatten and disappearing into the masses of small vessels criss-crossing the skyline.
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A Shortish girl, in skin tight jeans and a black tanktop, brought together with an unfastened leather jacket and steelcapped assault boots stands from a table, watching the Man leave and looking over to Tharog. Pulling out a picture from a breastpocket of the jacket, she stares at it with her storm coloured eyes for a moment, flicking back her crimson hair and loudly calling out, but with a trace of hessiation and uncertainty.
"Mister Tharog Frosthearth?"
[22:29:00 | Edited 22:29:52] Corey (Gheis): Just because I'm an admin doesn't mean I can't appreciate an attractive woman.