My accountants did some math.
Big math. The kind that makes the brain go pow.
*Exhales*
But it wasn't the math that made my mind go pow.
It was the 2.4 mills and 3 mills that you pay for a CAU 8 Legate with one of those shinny new cloaks
plus it's gunboat assistant, that uses that new and improved C.H.E.A.T.O.N. auto-aiming computer that is available to every capital and their mother.
That made my mind go poof.
Pickings and scraps for getting rid of a frackin' lil' fleet that was purging your mining fields.
*The cigar tip flares up*
Since you fine gents decided such prices were in order, consider this my official notice.
Reaver Merc. Co. is dropping your contract due to insufficient pay per hit.
Prosperity to you and yours, Reaver Merc. Co. Owner, Silver.
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Hello Kalliste, it's me, Jack.
I was a little surprised by your message and that you have never mentioned anything like this before.
So, I'll not waste your precious time: Let's meet and talk about how we can make you happy and the IMG happy. Because it's happy people that I like to be surrounded by.
I'd hate to lose you and your boys and girls. So, if you still want to give it a shot, I'll be around.
Jack
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