So I walk into this bar in Freeport 5 and there's this drunk Hessian that tries to buy me a drink because he's in some kind of cheery ****en' mood or some s***, I don't ***ken' know. Whatever. So he starts talking about all the glory days of killing space stations and partying watching them fall into planets like mass drivers. And I think to myself, "hey, I've got a few billion." So I ask this drunk Hessian, how much would it cost to cover the expenses of this kind of operation and he gives me this suspicious look like he's telling me to get the **** outta here. Then he decides that he's open to the idea, and he says,
"In billions, how much do you have."
And I say,
"In billions, how much do you want."
But that was some drunk f*** who was wasting my time. I'm most certainly not wasting my time sending this transmission out, am I? Your supply lines can stretch all the way to Bretonia's borders, and I need every last Bretonian modular base sieged and destroyed at Cambridge, Poole, Omega 3 & Omega 49. And I'm willing to finance the Red Hessian Army to make that happen.
Our client has contacted me to facilitate such a large transfer of credits without inciting an investigation from the Republic of Liberty's Securities & Exchange Commission. I will not disclose my name, however I do work as a private banker at Manhattan so I will be the one handling this discrete financial transfer. In order to proceed, we will need the names of the accounts you would like to money to arrive at.
As part of the conditions for conducting this transfer, Faroe Shipping Yard at the Omega 3 system, right in front of Planet Sprague, is to be exempt from any sieges or other terrorist activities. This deal will be null & void if that base comes under attack from Red Hessian forces.