Things have gotten a little toasty on the main routes, so I decided to branch out a little bit. While I was on Alcatraz I heard that the main bulk of Black Market Munitions were traveling towards a system called Roussillon. There was a man at the bar that spoke at great length of the misdeeds that had been heaped upon him by the Gallic Navy. I pretended to care long enough for him to let me in on his job, route, and cargo…it’s a shame he died so suddenly, luckily ol’ Ted was already inspecting the cargo. I had the crew unload it before anyone even knew it didn’t belong to me.
I’m not a fan of the new crew member I picked up on Alcatraz either; Stan needs to learn not to ask so many questions. Something unfortunate might happen.