Simon Reynolds walked back into the office he once used daily. The stench of Mort's grease was all over it, and Reynolds was not happy. Mort had disappeared again and White was way too busy to take charge of the day to day running of the organisation. Somebody had to do it. Somebody who knew what needed to be done. Reynolds sat down in the chair, put his feet on the desk and relaxed.
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Five hours later
Sylpheed strode form the office amid a clatter, striding purposefully towards the mess hall on Buffalo. Arriving he jumped up on the table and shouted for quiet.
"Alright you rabble, scum and assorted bastards, listen up and listen good, because I shall say this but once. Mort's fracked off and left nobody in charge, well guess what? That means you get me. Me in all my fracking glory. Me with all my issues and most importantly me with a firecracker up my arse and a point to prove. From now on any Liberty Rogue who doesn't make me money is a dead Rogue, you exist for one fracking purpose, to make credits. Squirrel them away for a rainy fracking day I don't care, but make them all the same. Slaves, cardi, weapons, gambling, hookers, moonshine, protection rackets, all these things and more are open to you. Now make some noise and get fracking cracking,"
Sylpheed jumped off the table to rapturous applause.. although as he walked out one man came upto him.
"You left us, you pissed off and left us, what makes you think we're going to listen to you?"
Sylpheed smiled, and put a hand on the guys shoulder.
"Simple really. Because if you don't..." Sylpheed turned and faced him. "I'll kill you."
Sylpheed grabbed the man by his hair and slammed his face into the floor.
"Next time you die. Now get up and go make some fracking money!"
Sylpheed strode back to his office making a mental note to get a cleaning crew in there.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
With the office no cleared of Mort's stench, Sylpheed was happier. Work could truly begin on projects he wanted doing.
The Rogues were always a means to an end and this time he would not let them overshadow his plan to bring Liberty to its knees. The first step in this newly reforged plan was to hijack the plan to destroy Red Deer station. There would be no allowing an evacuation all escaping vessels would be destroyed. Casualties would be 100% nothing left. A clear statement of intent. One that could be heard throughout Liberty.
The first stage in this hijack was using the man known as The Apache to deliver the high yield explosives necessary to take down a base of Red deer's size. It wouldn't be easy, but 10000 tonnes ought to do it. The initial plan of hijacking a big Liberty capital vessel was out, not enough oomph. But a small collection of civilian transports ought to be able to pull it off.
Sylpheed looked at the days profit report, piracy was rubbish, but then he hadn't really expected it to be, but the Cardamine trade had payed off nicely, as had the Rogues assets on Houston and Manhattan. Prostitution being the obvious winner, but then the slums of Houston were an exceptional mine for desperate workers looking for a quick thrill.
Sylpheed also looked at the tattered remains of the Big Bad Boat Man, an unfortunate casualty today. But he hadn't expected much else from New York. Fifteen and a gunboat would always make a mess of even the most heavily armoured ship. Even with the armour upgrades the Big Bad boat Man wasn't that strong.
Sylpheed relaxed. All things considered, today was a good day.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.