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Bakamono · (This post was last modified: 10-16-2010, 02:12 AM by Bakamono.)

>>>Incoming Burst data: Corporate Transponder Codes..
>>>Source: Sigma 17
>>>Flags: Cryer, R&D, Security, Bodyguard, contract.

Greetings Commander-in-Chief, my employer has a delicate situation which requires an attentive hand ' Venator Private Security came highly recommended to us; we wouldn't have bothered with this missive otherwise. My employer recently suffered a perilous moment in close-quarters, and fears that his life may still be in jeopardy. Not just any rough-and-tumble ex-soldier will do, we need a personal guard that is careful as well as keen eyed and discreet. What we're looking for here is a highly skilled personnel security operative, who is willing to take a bullet or twenty for their charge.
Our only stipulations for the operative are: They must not carry any communicable disease, nor associate with known cardamine addicts, nor have holdings that could be associated with the outcasts, and they must dress stylishly if not appropriately for formal business.
Please let us know if this is viable; this would primarily be a personal security contract within stable gravity environments: a bodyguard position. The perceived threat involves personal, close-quarters attacks. My employer is less concerned about space bourn threats. I'm sure that cost won't be a problem; we expect to pay for the best.
Thank you for your attention, Good health and good evening,
Joan Summers, Assistant to Dr. Betchell.

>>> Signal Source Null..

Garrick · 10-16-2010, 04:04 AM,

This is Senator Garrick Slavjic of the Venator Private Security. I have picked up your transmission and am pleased that our unit's name has come across your desk. I myself have no military training that your desiring, I am more of a pilot with no formal close combat training. I will forward this information along to my fellow Senators and we shall see if we have the personnel you desire to employ. I am sure there are a few within our ranks that have skills suited for your needs.

Once again, I have recieved your transmission. I will pass this information on and if not myself, another Senator will contact you with more details regarding our ability to help you in your situation.
Senator Garrick Slavjic signing out.
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Bakamono · 10-16-2010, 05:55 PM,

>>>Incoming Burst data: Corporate Transponder Codes..
>>>Source: Sigma 17
>>>Flags: Cryer, R&D, Security, Bodyguard, contract.

Thank you for your prompt response Senator Garrick Slavjic and for your assurances. The doctor is hopeful that this will lead to a safe and reliable state of existence.
Good health and may your money flourish,
Joan Summers, Assistant to Dr. Betchell.

>>> Signal Source Null..

Garrick · 10-20-2010, 05:27 PM,

*beep...beep...beep...beep*
The alarm had been going off for several minutes. The loud monotone beeps finally getting through, Garrick opens his eyes letting them adjust to the lighting, then looks around to regain his bearings. After a moment, he gets up and starts getting ready for the days business. After getting all cleaned up and dressed Garrick finds himself in the radio room preparing his message.

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Greeting Mrs. Joan Summers,
This is Senator Garrick Slavjic of Venator Private Security. I apologize for the delay since my last transmission. I have gone through our personnel files these past few days and have found two possible candidates. I have copied over some of their service records and prepared a small attachment with this transmission that contains some of their background information detailing weapon proficiencies and various forms of close combat training. Both of the candidates are ex-military and should be qualified for this operation.

I have arranged for a transport to New Berlin that leaves later this evening from New London. I will have both of the men on board that flight to arrive in the next day. I will also make my way to New Berlin as well, mainly to maintain communications as you review the possible candidates resume's. When you have made a decision, I will be able to take the individual in my own ship to your desired meeting location, so as to not raise any suspicions and to not have any records of this individuals arrival. Just incase for some reason anybody might be monitoring that sort of information.

I hope all remains as well as can be expected. I hope to receive word from you once, and once we arrive in New Berlin I will try to contact you again. Stay safe.
Senator Garrick Slavjic signing out.

File attachment: Thomas Mullins
File attachment: William Hibbs
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Garrick · 10-22-2010, 08:11 PM,

Later that evening in the orbit of Planet New Berlin, the captain of a small freighter is granted clearance to land on the planet. The small freighter approaches the busy starport and eventually touches down on a small remote pad, not located near the main larger pads and the main customs building. As the ship touches down, a snow cloud is kicked up from all the light loose fluffy snow and it swirls around the ship obscuring it completely from view for a few minutes before it starts settling back to the ground in strange drifts around the ship.

Once on the ground and even before the swirling snow has had time to settle, the cargo hatch of the ship opens with a hiss as it lowers to the ground and settles on the tarmac with a dull thud. Soon some vehicles approach the ship and stop near the open cargo hatch. An inspections official gets out of the lead vehicle and approaches the captain with the usual questions about the cargo and his paperwork, as the rest of the crew starts moving the cargo from the hold to the back of the newly arrived vehicles. During all this commotion, nobody notices two individuals slip away into the falling snow and soon disappear in the whiteness of the snowy haze.

...

Several hours later a Bottlenose gunship approaches the planet and obtains permission to land. After landing and securing his ship, Garrick hails a ride and heads into the city looking for a hotel to stay in. After passing a couple of nice looking establishments, he finally motions to the driver that they've come to the correct building.

Stepping out into the freezing rain, Garrick grabs his gear and shuts the vehicles door as it pulls away from the curb, splashing slush up onto the curb. He walks under a overhang and looks around at the people walking by and the other vehicles passing by, just to see if anybody was paying him any special attention. After checking his surroundings and feeling that all is okay, he enters the building and goes straight to a room located on an upper floor.

The elevator chimes and closes as Garrick steps off of it. He checks both directions down the hall before proceeding to one of the rooms doors. He knocks and waits a second, then knocks again, a strange little pattern. Then the door opens to a well lit, warm room. Once inside Garrick greets the other two gentlemen in the room. They shake hands and greet each other, engaging in some small talk as Garrick sets up his comm gear on a table in the room. Once set up, he sends a short transmission.

"I have arrived plus two, waiting your instructions."

Bakamono · (This post was last modified: 10-23-2010, 09:40 AM by Bakamono.)

>>>Incoming Burst data: Corporate Transponder Codes..
>>>Source: Cambridge
>>>Flags: Cryer, R&D, Security, Bodyguard, contract.

Your Message has been diverted to the doctor's centre of fear'¦I mean doctor's line; he and a skeleton crew will be within your vicinity soon.
Samantha Argent, Standing Communications Facilitation Co-ordinator.

>>> Signal severed'¦

Betchell had been fidgeting with the toys on his desk for the last hour, stopping every minute or so to twitch and stare about fearfully at ambient sounds. Having found the optimal arrangement for his workspace he mopped his brow with an already sopping Valentino kerchief, and opened a line to his assistant: 'Alright Joan: check around once more for me; then I'll be ready to come outside.' He crawled his way to the office door he had braced with a Rodin statue and chairs, and began dismantling the jumble. Minutes later Joan's voice sighed over the Comm 'It's still all clear doctor.' Betchell cracked the antique door open an inch and peered carefully into the foyer beyond, before making his way carefully to the nearest piece of cover. Joan sighed again: 'Tarquin, really; we're going to be late: we need to make this meeting, remember?'
Betchell tweaked from behind a norfin detailed couch 'Did you hear that ?! wait'¦what? O feck, can we still make it in time?'
'Yes, we can; if we hurry. And remember there's that special room on the ship to keep you nice and safe. Plus these men we're going to meet are meant to be the best: you can rest easy after this.'
'Well'¦I suppose: if you trust them Joan... Here, I've drawn you this map of the safest route to the port and I want you to cover me with this' Betchell handed her a slim pistol with an etched slide, ornately patterned grip, decorated with silver plating. 'I'm ready!' Betchell announced as he strapped on a flight helmet. 'Oh: this is my disguise' he elaborated upon Joan's baffled stare, and the two made their maze-like way to the recently swept ship.

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