Transmission: Start
Identification: Titanium
Location: Papa November Lima
Encryption: Secure
Mr. Ladron,
It has come to my knowledge, thankfully to one of your pilots in Freeport One, that you are in possession one Lieutenant Commander of the Bretonian Armed Forces, last name, Steiner, first name, Victor, in one of your prison facilities.
While it may seem a ransom, I am willing to pay for a meeting with him. If you could make it somewhat theatrical, since well, he is Bretonian, it would be even better to suit my tastes. Of course, I expect to be secure during my ingress and exit of your facilities and sovereign space.
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Pepe "El Comisario" Ladron, at his privates
Senora Commodore! *jumps heavily in surprise. Cadiz base stumbles in its orbit and started stability regain maneuvers. Something exploded in the distance (might be some Freeport) and base is in standard orbit again*
Caramba!
Steiner? What Steiner?
Money? What money?
Ummm... wait a second... *he took few seconds to put himself together. Something exploded in the distance (as mentioned above) and his face is calm again*
I see... Seeing you not in uniform, senora, gives me impression we are talking about some mucho private business, si? Ok... I can settle you a private visit to our respected facility and even safe return. And of course I can put some additional spices in this chilli sauce we're talking about. Crete TV was making few episodes of their soap-opera in El Agujero and we can use some scenery setting they left.
Torture room, for TV set purposes only. But Senor Steiner does not know that.
I'm pretty sure you will be satisfied with our "somewhat theatrical" endeavour, Senora Commodore. And as you well percepted, it will cost you something. I want you to intercept Admiral Halls weekly tea supplies order and reverse it. Si, I want his ships to be unsupplied of tea, nice and gently, via Bretonian famous bureaucracy. I know Bretonnian Forces trust their paperwork more than their own common sense, so it won't be a mucho of a trouble for you. Additionally, I want all the tea to be misdelivered to our ship CNS-Sokol in Omega-5, coordinates be provided to neutral hauler. Feel free to leave traces where Senor Admiral's tea stashes ended.
Si?
*Pepe winks and reaches OFF button with his hand. Button thinks "wooow, what a macho" and cracks a bit*
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Transmission: Start
Identification: Titanium
Location: Papa November Lima
Encryption: Secure
Mr. Ladron,
We have an understanding. Five crates of Camomile Tea this week, more in the next. Just make sure you record everything until I show up. By the by, who is the captor?