To: The Reaver Mercenary Company

[Sonja]

Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: Fort Bragg, Planet Manhattan
Encryption: Secure

Daniela Derringer;

There must've been some mix-up, because this is hot chocolate. It's nice, but it's no latte.

I'd tell you what David has in store for you, but I didn't ask this morning.

Transmission Terminated

[Jihadjoe]

****INCOMING TRANSMISSION****

COMM ID: [color=#99FFFF]Fleet Admiral David Hale
TARGET ID: Reaver Mercenary Company. CC: C. Robinson.
SUBJECT: Trespassing in restricted space
ENCRYPTION: High
PRIORITY: High

Evening.

Very funny, Miss Derringer. Aside from that, I've set up a channel for the three of us to discuss a little more effectively. We'll talk about the Hessian business first, I think.

On another note, I don't drink coffee anymore myself. Gave up smoking too, for that matter. However, a good Kusarian green tea would be wonderful.

Hale out.

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[Kaze]

*She nods*

Good evening, Mr. Hale.

*Lights up a cigar, obviously made in Crete*

I could drop by your office, but that would blow my current cover and i am out of green tea, it seems.

And yes. I am known for my funny bone. We bretonians are exquisite in that department.

*The cigar suddenly flares and smoke is exhaled*

I got the channel.

Let us do business.

Regards,
Reaver Merc. Co. Security Chief,
Daniela Derringer.

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