I had some misgivings about the man, but I wanted to trust my crewmate. So, for that, I get double-crossed in record time. This bottom-feeder... made off with something beyond valuable to buy his way into a meagre place with the Core, just so he could make a few more credits in a day. Someone's going to suffer for that, not that he minds. And, in the end that's my fault, because I was too good to see someone for what he was, apparently.

Look, it's complicated, but trust that he'd have it coming. I tried to take him to task and failed, so I'll just have to live with it. I'll tell you more later when I'm not up to my neck in other sorts of trouble.

God. Why'd I ever think that was a good nickname?

Do you have to change the subject of every message you send in this chain? My PDA's logging this as four separate conversations now.

Have mercy!

I got it. One rifle, of the correct make, good condition! If maybe a bit, em, slightly used? Though, you'd hardly be able to tell after a once-over. Or, maybe I wouldn't. I only happened to see it in use up close. Not towards me, thank goodness... um, for the most part.

To be honest, it was pure providence finding it. Detroit sold out after limited production as I understand, and while finding Deathware on the grey market appears alarmingly simple, this specific make's one blade of grass in a wide prairie. We've got our collectors back home, though, legal and otherwise. My cousin pointed me towards a few he knows that didn't pick up and leave yet.

It's fitting for trespasser and tee-lizard deterrent, I can tell you that with confidence. Convincing the man to part with it wasn't, mm, straightforward. But we didn't leave him high and dry.



Should I meet you in the Crow someplace to hand this off? I've a route in mind already.