To: John Sader From: Nicole Bradley Subject: Treacherous Bastard Location: [ENCRYPTED] Encryption: Maximum Signal Strength: Fair Opening message....
Hm,
You know, I decided to visit Liberty today. Not to taunt your pilots or cause a mess, but I was sitting in California, thinking. Thinking about what you had said to me about a week ago. I was actually contemplating it too. Maybe it was the bottle of vodka in my hands, or something else, but I was actually thinking of going to West Point to surrender, like you wanted. An LPI passed by, and then Walker appeared. Eh, alright, so one on patrol found me, he hadn't shown any aggression. And then Mike. And then the unstable moron Ethan. Now I was more than willing to attempt to talk to Walker or Anderson, but Taylor only wanted blood. So I started leaving. During my departure, Anderson had cut my off, waiting for his lackies to catch up. And then the gunplay started. Hmph.. I was actually considering your offer too, but perhaps that was the vodka clouding my judgement. I had told you the next time I showed up without aggressive that your pilots were to not shoot me, as I wanted them to find me. Clearly, you ignored this. Your hitsquad made it's attempt. Quite the team too. The quiet-talking seemingly-regretful adversary of Mike, the cool-headed pilot Walker, and the unstable idiot Ethan. Now I see what you wanted back then clearly. You only want me to make it easy for you to throw me onto Fairbanks. Since your deceit almost got me killed, I'm done taking a passive stance on my brief visits. Ethan wanted me to burn for his mistakes that got him thrown out of R&D, but now the Navy will burn for it. Atleast you have somewhat competent pilots, you'll need them. Though I guess they were too busy searching Taylors wreckage for his pod to try and catch mine. The Navy will burn, Sader. No more of your deceit.