Charlie sat in the corner, sipping on a bottle of whiskey and listening to Jimmy speak. Charlie wasn't a Xeno, and honestly he disagreed with a quiet a bit of their ideology. He'd heard all about it day in and day out sharing a cell on the Huntsville with Ray Cyrus, who ran had taken over Liberty Free Radio, and liked to practice broadcasting to pass the time in prison. As much as he didn't agree with them, he called them family. They were the only reason he wasn't still sitting in that cell, so he figured he owed it to them to help keep their little station running.
"Look Jimmy, you guys busted me out of prison. Now I know you only took me along cause I happened to share a cell with one of your boys, but you've taken me in since then."
He stopped to look around the room and take a sip of his drink.
"Gimme a list of anything you need and I'll take a couple boys with me. We will take the Maria Scott and get you whatever supplies are needed. I've got some other smugglers I know of who might be willing to help too. I guess since the cats out of the bag now there ain't no point hiding it."
