--- A video feed flickers on, in horridly low definition but able to be made out nevertheless. In it, a small yet grim looking man caked in engine oil and various other things you probably don't wish to know about stands in front of a man strapped to a chair. ---
He glances at the camera and begins speaking, though nothing is heard. On the side of the video, some rapid hand gestures can be seen and the short man pauses and gets a rather annoyed expression. He glares off camera, and shortly the audio flickers to life.
"Right, anyway, as I was saying." He nods to the man strapped in the chair. "It's with my understanding that a certain Vlado Ghado used to be one of yours and you would quite like him back."
He pauses, scratching his chin. "Oh, right. Forgot the pleasantries. Ehhm. M'names Pygmy, an' I'm the top dog for the Xeno Alliance." he nods, continuing. "This'un just kinda popped up in Colorado an' managed t'persuade me not t'just kill him, an' hand him over to ya instead." He grins cheekily, pausing then adding, "But of course nothing comes free in life."
Pausing, he grabs the man's head and holds it up while the camera sloppily zooms in on it to show the face clearly. The focus shifts back to Pygmy, who grins once more. "Let me know if we can come to an arrangement."
--- Flickering into extremely loud static, the video feed abruptly halts and the message ends ---
I am agent Ragmon Kernor, adjutant to captain d'Antoine. I was told by our High Command to deal with this message.
I see you have got our little Vlado Ghado. Good work I must say, I was not fast enough and restrainded by orders so I could not do it myself.
Let me put it bluntly. Ghado is a traitor to the Order and Task Force One Four One. I honestly could not care less what will happen to him. Feel free to throw him out of an airlock, but please, send me a photo of it. It would be good to know that this traitor was taken care of.
Hm. Shame 'bout not gettin' nothin' but hey, I been needin' a new coffee minion. Coffee doesn't fetch itself. I'll make sure t'send ya some hot pics of 'im dressed up in a maids uniform.
It seems that High Command have made some stance in this after all. We want Vlado Ghado, the traitor to the Order and to the Task Force One Four One dead. And we want proof that he is dead. If you do not want to do it yourselves, we are able to dispatch someone to take him from you. You will be payed for handling him over, ofcourse. We can barter the price.
No go. Your boy had some ex-Order friends. They've been dealt with, but that kraut piece of filth is gone. Send me somethin' t'remember him by if ya catch the little piece of crap. Nuts in a pouch or somethin' of the sort.
this is rather... bad. Seems like Ghado is not done for just yet... High Command is a little disapointed by this. Well, you get nothing, we get nothing, seems fair.
May we meet again, Xenos. Task Force One Four One out.