You came through on your end of the deal, more than I expected. You'll have to forgive me if my trust in an organization with your origins never reaches the level that my own crew enjoys.
But a deal's a deal. I'll have somebody install your server-box with the slightest nod of efficacy and it'll be left alone. I'll have the guns put to good use, and the drugs will serve the purpose of being poetic irony. I do expect you to keep us informed of when you'll be stopping by, unwelcome guests are something we treat with the utmost prejudice. And you can't always expect our pilots to ignore you without Command supervision, Malta's business practices have left a sour taste in a lot of mouths. I'm sure you understand.