It appears that there's some sort of art exhibition going on at Manhattan, given the another Interspace vessel hauling Appraised Art to 'the people with money'. It was stopped on the way to Hamburg jump gates and extorted for a fair amount of his profits. The art was not only fascinating, it was also quite an expensive one - for these despisable corporate patsies, of course.
Moonbloom: Now-now.
Moonbloom: Cut your engines, would you? IC|Richmond: Emily: If I must...
Moonbloom: Most certainly. IC|Richmond: Emily: Well then...
Moonbloom: Still... that's quite an unusual thing you're carrying around.
Moonbloom: Where's it going? IC|Richmond: Emily: To people with money.
Moonbloom: Yes. Exactly.
Moonbloom: That means you're paid well for it. IC|Richmond: Emily: I sure hope so.
Moonbloom: Let's say - you'll share a part of your profit with me.
Moonbloom: Seven million credits shall suffice, i suppose. IC|Richmond: Emily: Depends... will that result in me leaving this place unharmed?
Moonbloom: By all means - you will leave unharmed.
Moonbloom: Hackers' words are carved in granite. IC|Richmond: Emily: Are they?
Moonbloom: They are.
Moonbloom: Even for the corporate patsies - the likes of you. IC|Richmond: Emily: Ohhh stop it.
Moonbloom: Now quit wasting my time and wire the sum i've stated. IC|Richmond: Emily: How much was it again?
Moonbloom: Seven millions. IC|Richmond: Emily: I hope you will honor your -promise- .
IC|Richmond: Emily: Money is being wired... hold on.
Moonbloom: I will - should you first uphold your part. You have received 7.000.000 credits from IC|Richmond