'Ey, got some IC| lass flyin' a train transportin' a load 'o Helium-3 in New London. Popped out th'lane t'see she was gettin' pirated, sat there 'n laughed at 'er a bit, then blew 'er up when the nice Scylla was done wit' 'er. Scylla's name was CptHone, we 'ad some laughs after all was said 'n done. One less IC| in Sirius, feheh.
After that, ah tried t'get someone t'come pick up the Helium 3 someone dropped when an HMS destroyer popped up 'n said 'ello. Ah pointed out t'him 'at I 'aven't been doin' anythin' wrong 'n paid him some money fer usin' a Gallic civilian ship. Better'n 'avin' to get a new one, innit? Transport arrived 'fter 'e left, with the HMS close behind. Ah distracted 'm 'n kept 'im CD'd while the transport got 'way. 'Fter that, we tried t'snag 'im, me 'n CptHone, but 'e got away 'n docked on Southampton 'n the nick 'o time. Identification papers comin' through shortly.