Ames Research Station was a commonly recognized neutral ground. Even Liberty Security Force and Kempeitai were usually keeping their nose out of the freeport. Therefore Lane Hackers, Liberty Rogues and even Xenos were commonly using the station to conduct their affairs with their business partners. Professor Nicole Hunter was sitting in her personal lodge with an older man smoking a cigar. A glass of milk, ashtray and a portable sound dampening field generator were laying on the table. Nobody could eavesdrop the discussion that was about to end.
- You did good job, Mr Bower. We are very pleased... I am very pleased.
- Thank you. But it was nothing. The transaction went very smooth.
- I know and I like when it goes smooth. However, for the time being I wish to send you to Kusari. Here is the list of your assignments.
- Very well. I will leave immediately... or do you wish me to keep you company?
- No Mr Bower. I am expecting a guest soon.
- Good bye then, Ms Hunter.
- Good luck, Mr Bower.
The older man quickly left the lodge and disappeared in the docks, while Professor Nicole Hunter was sipping her milk and slowly going through mission reports.
