Well hello there, darlings. It seems that it is quite hard to find a lil' ol assassin, who will not get in your pants, no? Well then do listen up, for a small fee I can hunt down any little ol' bugger you do not like. Pick up some high-end tech and...a few other things you might like *Giggle*
Now I operate mainly around Liberty and Bretonia, so do be careful who you need me to poke at, little ones. But my...services can be a little bit on the costly side, but I will make sure to provide maaaaaaaaaany details on how your target is executed involving videos and gun-cam shots of the must highest quality, like when they ask for mercy...mmmm?
Do tell if you find this interesting...Oh and also...
-Anonymous transmission; Traced to a Manhattan Sunbucks-
Oh. Oh my. My dear, I may have a bit of a job for you. I'll contact you over a more private communication device.. Especially one where I can alter the other person's face.. Ahem, anyway, expect a call. Soon.
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh....I like theeees...indeed I do, honey. Expect the job done and then some, just gimme the name of that troubling faggeth...and I will do my best oh indeed indeed.
Now, my idea, as said, is unorthodox. The Navyman in particular I mentioned is one LNS-Robby. He's becoming an issue, even for law-abiding folks like me.
What I want you to do, sweet thing, is to gather up fifteen Naval pilots, find the sunnuvagun, and kill them in front of him. For that, ten million credits. He's in a battlecruiser, so you'll have to work fast. I want that bastard to see fifteen of his co-workers die in front of him. You get rich, he gets nightmares. Simple, right?
I see. Well, the captain of the Milford needs to pay. Transmit either guncam footage or video feed. If you can confirm that you pop the 15 pilots in front of the Rob- Milford, I'll send the cash your way. And make sure it's known that the Milford is the cause of this.