I am contacting you on the possibility of a two month contract.
And what i need isn't the usual MDK operations that made your company famous.
No.
What i need is that your company make a target person 'disappear' from the eyes, ears and thoughts of Sirius.
At the same time, the same target person requires up to date intelligence and day-by-day scubblebut on the current happenings around this sector.
Some escorted travels might be needed also for said target person.
For that, i am willing to spend 300 millions for those two months.
I do know security, intelligence and escort aren't your company forte.
And the whole of Sirius knows that.
And it is due to that same reason that i am contacting you for this.
No one will think you would do such contracts.
You're absolutely right. They're not our forte. We're a group of fighter jocks who specialize in shooting things enough to get paid and then ideally running away. There's about a dozen of us and we're usually scattered across the sector. The old pilots are rich enough to not care. The new pilots are poor and'll stab us in the back 'afor you could say boo if the money we offered wasn't so good.
So. Unless you'd like us to slap a wig on your fellow, refer to him or as Uncle or Aunt Steve and lock him or her in a room somewhere through which we deposit newspapers and dinner rolls chances are that you're barking up the wrong tree.
Now! That being said money is money. What're your terms in case we eff it up? Just hoping that I clearly outlined that it's a pretty fair chance that effing it up is exactly what we're going to do.
As for your witty resume of the capabilities of your company, many would venture to agree.
Your company is good only to one thing and one thing only.
Destruction. Murdering. A very focused niche of your business market.
But.
For what i could gather, your company owns the DSV-Armstrong in Coronado.
Said vessel working as a base needs personnel.
Security, Techs, Loaders, Deck Hands, etc.
There is also the matter that much of what happens within Sirius, go through your eyes and ears right there.
So, the target person of this contract would not be participating in your wig-contest inside closed doors,
but the target could very well be another nameless face in the middle of the 300 people now residing and working within the Armstrong.
As for the intelligence part, i believe that once the contract target is installed within the Armstrong, could very well arrange its needs of news and intel by itself.
There is also the matter of travel escorts. But for 300 millions i think your company can very well arrange that, can't it?
For "effing it up" as you clearly have put it.. I analyzed all the possibilities and security related issues.
There is little to no chance for the contract target to be discovered, while working with your company.
Except if you or one of your own decides to open their mouths and void the contract.
To simply put it again.
I am not looking for the best in terms of security, intelligence and escort.
I am looking for the best chance for someone to disappear in the background noise and not to be noticed for a while.
Couple that with the.. Reaver capability of out-shinning the surroundings in almost every situation, that makes people blind and oblivious to the random Joe that is sitting two tables away from you.
With that, your company as it is.. Is also the best to deal with the unexpected variables.
Something you are used to deal with, yes?
The unexpected.
If you agree to said terms, i will forward all the necessary files and we can then work all the last details.
If the contract is void should it get duced up there'll be an upfront request of one third of the total funds. The second third at the end o' month one and the last of it at the end o' month three.
Given that we've established our lack of qualification for the task I feel it reasonable to reinforce the point by requesting your party put a reasonable measure of compensation on the line.
Oh, also, just to be clear. If your body should be discovered trying to muddle with our business your body will be discovered trying to breath in a vacuum. Or the after effects of the same. In short we'll be making murders. Maybe with guns. The method isn't really the point.
But otherwise. Sure. Why not. Don't say we weren't clear upfront.
I have already ordered my banking unit to provide the funds to your neural-net account.
And with that out of the way, let us talk shop, shall we?
The target person of this contract is Kaze Dagon.
Me.
As such, contact with Liberty, Colonial or Royalist forces might be dangerous, but not by much, since my.. appearance is now different due to health and security reasons.
The perfect cover within the Armstrong would be something related to your security team.
That would allow me to keep my eyes and ears well informed, while you could benefit from my expertise.
If you have any kind of problems with who i am, please state so.
I want to get out from where i am as soon as possible.
I really have no idea who you are. But if I'd have reason to take offense at the handle let's just go ahead and maintain that state of ignance.
Now there'd be a snag with assigning you to one of our security teams. Namely that our security teams here aboard the station primarily consists of the honor system and a bunch of guns which I'm pretty sure don't really work but we've spread the rumor that with the flick of a switch they can be thrown into waste **** mode.
Can you do anything useful? Turn a wrench? Cook? Clean? Sweep?
Lemme know whatever phony baloney name you're flying under these days and I'll see if we can't set you up with a pair of menacing looking coveralls and a, I dunno, door to guard or some ****. Whatever it is that security guards do with their time.
Sure does sound like you'd be better off sitting on your ass in a comfy room reading the news and sipping tea if you're gonna be wasting time though.
*Looks at the camera with a slightly unamused look*
Very well. I have already contacted an old acquaintance of mine, a forger within Freeport 4.
I will be heading then to the Barrier Gate Station in Coronado, and from there, i will pickup a transport shuttle to the DSV-Armstrong.
The fake ID is for a Daniela Derringer.
Bretonian, twenty six year old.
I will be at your bar, so we can finish off the minute details.