Sylpheed sat in his personal apartments reading an old book, opulence surrounded him even on buffalo. Leading the Rogues was a profitable business even more so than trading. Plus it was less work overall. His reverie was interrupted by a bleep from his door.
"Enter"
A young man, in his 20's, light of build, entered,
"Um seems some cheapskate is trying to make a collect call. Wants to know if you'll accept."
Sylpheed sighed.
"How much is it?"
"Five hundred thousand credits or thereabouts."
Sylpheed nearly choked on his brandy.
"You what? five hundred kay? Bloody hell. Best siphon the funds from the orphanage on Houston. No way I'm paying that."
Sylpheed walked over to his comms unit and pressed Y
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
*The sounds of what could only be a packed bar erupt from the machine, overlaid by a slurring voice that fades in and out, presumably as it tries to reason an agreeable distance from the receiver*
Look, lookman, I just wanted to make sure were, that were cool. Yeah? I was told that we were cool but I just wanted to make sure were cool. So were cool? Man, you should come by Sophies, were doing good.
Im.. Im on the line Jay! Just Order another right?
But, yeah, man, you should come by. So were cool, right? Just lemme know, come on by. Oh hey I gotta go sorry for the charge but Im strapped.
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