Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic

[Silver]

Kalliste looked at the man, and frowned.

"Alright. You're game."

She gulped the remaining content of the glass and pulled out a data-pad.

"You'll have to get a couple of ships. A bomber and a fighter at least. I'll tell the chief to give you access to 8 Gaian Shooter's and 6 Tizzies."

Kalliste started to write something in the data-pad.

"Granted yer codename access to the MercNet contracts. Contract #1 to #4 are the ones that you can hunt upon.

You also will have access to an encrypted channel where you have to display your kills and where are the regulations for the rooks are. Simple and easy."

She stopped her hands, and looked at the man.
Her eyes were serious.

"Any attempt on fracking us is impossible. All the data that is sensitive is way out of your reach. You won't have access to any other contracts, or tech. That is.. Until you get your color.

Welcome to the Reaver Trainee Program.. Rook."

She propped herself off the chair, placing the data-pad in her jacket and grabbed the bottle and the two glasses.

"By the way. Your name now is Sina.Reaver. Follow the rules.. And you won't get dead."

Kalliste laughed and headed over to Steve's booth.
She sat and poured some Jack into the two glasses, then sliding one to Steve.

"So, what's up, Steve? Need a place to cool yer heels off?"

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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