To: DSE) leader

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:::INCOMING VIDEO TRANSMISSION:::

Target ID: DSE) Faction Leader
Caller ID: Jason Clark
Location: Unknown
Encryption: HIGH

"Greetings DSE) leader whatever your face is."

"Are you busy at the moment. Aww sorry to disturb you. Are you comfortable?"

"You got some explaining to do to your fellow workers! Have you counted them recently? Seems like one got away bro.
Guess were he is.
With me! Jason Clark. Liberty Rogue. Your worst nightmare buddy!
Take a look at him yourself! Maybe you will believe me."

*the camara zooms into the background figure and shows a man tied hands and feet to a chair with his eyes blindfolded. Jason unties the blindfold to show the man's face fully.*

"Rise and shine boy!
This is your only choice kid. Make your boss believe you or your dead before the day is done! You got 5 minutes to prove to him you are you! If you don't then your useless to me."

*Jason punches him in the gut*
"FIVE minutes!"

:::Transmission Continues:::

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[Friendly-Freelancer]

'This is your only choice kid. Make your boss believe you or your dead before the day is done! You got 5 minutes to prove to him you are you! If you don't then your useless to me.'

*David gaps for air* You shithead your not going to get away with this, *Spiting up blood* I'm sorry, Amanda, Miss Doe, don't give this Prick anything. *David laughs* Five minutes, how about you only getting one word from me, Asshole. Don't give this lowlife anything, *Spiting on his captor*

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*Jason punches the man again in the gut and focuses his camera back on his own face*

"Five minites are up! And I must say, it only took me one punch to find out two names. Quite pitiful really HA!"

"Amanda or Miss Doe. Whichever is the leader running your little organisation. You recognise this man? YOU BETTER! Alright lets make things clear. I know how y'all are."



"You report this message to the LPI, LN, LSF, or ANYONE, the hostage get chopped into tiny pieces and sent to you in a jar."
"You gather a search party for him, the man gets burnt to death and you get his ashes."
"You do ANYTHING that angers me, and he's likely to have more than one scar when I'm done with him!"
"I got links. I got people watching. You do anything that might be suspicious and you will be lucky if the man here looses a few finguers."

"Don't test me woman!"

"You have a maximum of 48 hours to reply back. I suggest you do it soon however. You delay, you anger me. I know your watching this."

:::TRANSMISSION ENDED, OPEN FOR REPLY BY TARGET ID:::

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[Deep Space Engineering]

***INCOMING TRANSMISSION***

From the Desk of Mrs. Jess Doe

Greetings, Mr. Clark

• You don't need to worry about any search parties or law enforcement getting involved. So far I am the only one to have seen this message.
  
  Now, I see you have one of my staff there with you.
  
  What is it exactly you are wanting in return for getting him back alive.

Jess Doe
Vice President
Deep Space Engineering

***END TRANSMISSION***

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:::INCOMING VIDEO TRANSMISSION:::

Target ID: Jess Doe
Caller ID: Jason Clark
Location: Unknown
Encryption: HIGH

Hello there Mrs. Doe,

I'm glad that you are at least one of the few lawful members of society around here with at least a little brains!

An interesting question you ask. What do I want?

WHAT DO I WANT!?!?

When I first captured this freak kid here I was already thinking to myself how I was going to kill him... but then I remembered something about your little group that intrigued me.

There is a ship, the DSE-720 "Camara" Freightor, that caught my eye recently. Quite a fancy cargo hold, and perfect for capturing more people and ... "questioning" them.

*he laughs a little*

You see Mrs. Doe, my one ship is already ... "Full" enough and has little room left for my needs. I would simply like an upgrade from your organisation.

*he and the video camera move to the captured victum. The camera shows Jason and the man's face in the shot. Jason takes out a dagger and lifts it near the man's face*

Isn't that right boy?

:::Transmission Continues:::

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[Friendly-Freelancer]

'Isn't that right boy?


The man said nothing just sitting there staring at his captor.

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*Jason grabs the man by the shirt looks into his eyes*
You can stay silent all you want... but when I get a taste of your blood you WILL start to chirp like a baby bird.

*He shoves him back and almost in the process tips over the metal chair that the man is sitting in. The video camera now returns showing only Jason.*

How about it Mrs. Doe? I'll give this brat back to you and in exchange you hand me a Camara. We can work on the arrangements when you agree. *he laughs*

And if you don't agree... bye bye birdy *as he sais this he zooms in on the captured man's face*

:::TRANSMISSION ENDED, OPEN FOR REPLY BY TARGET ID:::

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[Deep Space Engineering]

***INCOMING TRANSMISSION***

From the Desk of Mrs. Jess Doe

Greetings, Mr. Clark

• So you are after one of our ships. Luckily for you, I have one about to roll off the production line in the next hour or two.
  
  But, you see, If I am to agree to passing on a Camara I will need some assurance that we will be getting this man back in one piece.

Jess Doe
Vice President
Deep Space Engineering

***END TRANSMISSION***

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:::INCOMING VIDEO TRANSMISSION:::

Target ID: Jess Doe
Caller ID: Jason Clark
Location: Unknown
Encryption: HIGH

*Jason appears on screen holding the flat part of a rusty and blood stained knife up under the man's chin, forcing him to keep his head up*

Ahh Mrs. Doe...

Glad you finally responded back. I was getting worried you would do something stupid.
I can assure you that if I get my gift from you that he will return in one piece.
I can also assure you that if you do NOT hand over the ship to me then I will have no use for him but to enjoy what I can with him until he dies a slow painful death.

*He looks at the man while smiling evilly*

Say... you don't have any loved ones that care for you... do you? Because your life now hangs literally on this tip of this knife.... and she is the one that is now gambling for your precious life...

*He laughs while manipulating the knife so that the man now faced him directly*

Well boy? Does someone in this wreaked universe love you?

:::Transmission Continues:::

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[Chrono]

** As Jason asks this last question, there's tiny beeping noises heard coming from the door that is clearly visible from the cameras position then the pannel thats shows the door locked from the inside turns green as a figure of a woman waks in the door **

** She looks at the panel with slight bewilderment as she says to herself **

Siren: I have to hack into my own storage room, the hell's going...

** She then sees Jason holding the knife to some guys throat and gets slightly confused **

Siren: Whos the captive Jason?

***Transmission Continues***

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