With a somewhat serious, yet annoyed expression on his face, Daniels sighed and threw the cigarette butt on the floor.
Do not insult me, Agatha. I'm nothing like the pathetic overwatch that you speak of.
If I wanted you dead, I would've done it. I see a person that shouldn't rot in a cell because there's lots of potential in you.
Comparing me to the order, however, wouldn't really improve the situation you're in.
Scarlet cracked her knuckles, but Daniels gestured her to stand down.
You'll get your eye back and you'll get your "Liberty Lost" with your crew, or should I say...family?
Daniels lit up another one
Here's the catch, you'll be working for the Core. Not formally, though. Consider your assignment to be something like freelancing.
You collect info for us, aid our ships every once in a while but in general, you're pretty free to do as you wish, as long it contributes to the Core's goals.
Betray me, however, and we both know what happens. The Liberty Lost has been outfitted with more than a dozen different tracking devices, raging from standard issue to quantum entangled locators and communicators. Naturally, the ship is as you left it, but if needed, we can upgrade it. We've can cannibalize the Haven. It's an identical "Atlantis" class carrier so it should be pretty straight-forward.
The Guildmaster snapped his fingers and the door slid open. Behind it, there was a man waiting with clothes and a small box in his hands.
Clothing and eye, as requested. If you require any augmentations, we can arrange that.
