Leo laughs a hearty laugh, taking quite some time to calm down.
You Corsairs are all the same aren't you? That's not a bad thing, mind you. Your passionate when it's needed and wield it like a well honed blade. I meant no offense. We're run as a business. Running recon isn't cheap. It takes balls of steel too to roll up on battleships under a cloak without knowing if it's going to fail or you're going to be disrupted or shot to fucking pieces...and with your response, I now know that you're a man of passion and resolve and you want any and all information you can find out about these renegades. Forgive me for intentionally riling you up, it was a bit of a test you see to make sure you had as much resolve as I do in my work.
Concerning payment: J busted his ass in Honshu getting the intel he did. Fuck, give the bastard some Rum or something. Shield Batteries maybe...but he'd probably want the Rum and would just sail up to these renegades drunk as piss...scratch that, just the Batteries for now, give me the Rum so when he pisses himself at HQ later, at least I can get pictures to pass around as blackmail.
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