Staring at the transport flying away, Briar asks about the intel, the points at the shuttle
Inside that transport is the best computer hacker this side of the galaxy, He knows
more about cracking than every one of our technicians combined. Before the mercenary
ruined it, I was hoping to recruit him into our ranks. He knows how to handle a gun, knows
a heck of a lot more than you about hand to hand combat. No offense.
Marshal chuckles and walks over to the nav console
Set course for Bretonia, and keep us running silent. I don't want the Rheinland Military knowing
of our exit from the Operating Area.
He walks back to Briar, who is still watching the transport flying away.
Lieutenant Commander, I need you to prep for ops in Bretonia. I have Spike working up a
operations playbook for the Bretonian Armed Forces and the Bretonian Intelligence Service.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
"I won't lose to the kid again." He called walking out to go prep for the newest set of operations. He'd have to start by reading up on all the intelligence files. Oh joy.
"Ah, I'm fine. Just dealing with bittersweet memories. Dead people tend to cause those." Briar scratched his stubble for a moment before continuing.
"Ah what the hell. Back before I was part of the Order I used to fly with another mercenary who went by the callsign 'Havoc'. Today's her birthday, but she's dead, at least I'm pretty sure she is, so it's not really her birthday. It's just stirring up some memories..."
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