Andrew sighed some and took out another document and began to crible into it franticly while nodding.
"I know, Boss, i know" He murmured and sighed once more "If this keeps going on, things will look grim. I even use the Cargo Cult more than i do the Lasting Damage, every penny counts today it seems."
The young man finally opened the bottle and poured his clear drink, the room instantly filling with the already burning scent of strong alcohol and he got out a small rag, dripping a bit of his drink on it he began to clean his hands of old machene oil, then used the time to clean his suitcase of the tools he used.
"I am talking to a man to get a pirate train..it will aid us when things start looking really bad." He chuckled silently. he had never smuggled before and he wanst about to start, but it was the last resort, upkeeping a Barghest, a Sabre and a Greyhound was eating away all his personal stash.
After he was done cleaning his hands and gear, the lad simply sipped the drink right from the bottle and coughed to himself as he finally noticed how much would this all cost him and he growled
"Darn..60 million for the ship... roughly 10 million for the gear and a million for each shippment...darn...darn...darn"
He chuckled finally and looked at his boss with an apologising smile "Not to mention im still waiting from the junkers for that alloy im making..i need their smelter to do some work for me...but they are rather iffy about it ..."
He then closed his eyes and took another long sip "Ill keep an eye out, Boss, you know me...and...since i will" He shruged and put the bottle down and smirked ""better lay off this stuff before i start seeing five traders..." He muttered and opened the suitcase with the tools and got out a small looking analyser display and began to read the recent data he got from his ship, of course, the tinker toy was a small gift from the Hackers.