To: LSF T9

[Fab]

S E N D E R ► PI P. Serrano R E C E I V E R ► T9 Intel Hotline S U B J E C T ► Got a lead S E C U R I T Y ► Secure

To whom it may concern, Hope this message reaches you in time. Name’s Preston Serrano - independent investigator, freelance. I’ve been tailing a suspect named Heiko Riegel, tracked him from New Berlin into Liberty territory. He’s slippery, paranoid, and now moving with a fully loaded freighter. The cargo manifest’s either falsified or encrypted - either way, it reeks of something bigger. There’s circumstantial evidence suggesting infection - inconsistent schedule, erratic actions, abnormal behavioral patterns. I don’t like what I’m seeing. Meet me at Daisy’s Burgers, street level, downtown Manhattan - east of Capitol Ring. I need backup. Window’s closing fast and I can’t take this guy down solo. Bring someone who knows what they’re walking into. - Serrano

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ARES / Faction Information / Feedback

[Leo]

::>> CODEC LSF-4096-Q <<::
::>> ENCRYPT STANDARD UNKN <<::
::>> IDENT: 7b!$4ctyBcKL <<::
::>> SUBJT: RE: Got a lead <<::

Interesting. I'd like to start out with a couple of questions: How did you get this communication line? How do you know who we are? We have never communicated with you in the past nor had any plans to do so in the future. However, with that being said, your report is concerning considering the state of this individual and their trajectory into Liberty space. Our agent will meet you at the location prescribed. When you enter, sit at stall 18 and await the waitress. When you order, ask for a "Stax Original Double with extra OG Sauce and waffle fries". When asked about your drink, order an "Old Fashioned, light sugar". Our agent will find you. ...but let it be known, "Mr.Serrano", if you attempt anything suspect, our teams will take you out and you'll be dead before you hit the floor. Logs NULL "Agent"

::>> Log End <<::


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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.

[Fab]

S E N D E R ► PI P. Serrano R E C E I V E R ► Agent S U B J E C T ► RE: RE: Got a lead S E C U R I T Y ► Secure

Looks like I picked the right people. I’ll answer your questions, Mr. "Agent" - they were asked well enough to deserve that. I came across one of your ships back in the Pennsylvania system a few months ago. Hard to forget a craft like that. Sleek, aftermarket parts, and screaming "Premium Issue". Naturally, I ran a quiet door-knock scan against your comm ports. Got a handshake back through my gear, so I bookmarked the address. If your inbox lit up like a casino floor after my first message, my apologies - getting your attention wasn’t optional. You tripped every alarm for someone backed by serious credits. Military-adjacent, but not Navy. Sharper than the local cops. Your bird was dressed for some serious situations. That’s the kind of detail my kind notices. If I couldn’t read the signs, I wouldn’t still be breathing. I’ve received your instructions. My line of work pays well for the kind of “accidents” that leave people spaced, burned, or "suicided". I know what I’m stepping into. Let’s just say - I’ve seen worse. - Serrano

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ARES / Faction Information / Feedback

[Leo]

::>> CODEC LSF-4096-Q <<::
::>> ENCRYPT STANDARD UNKN <<::
::>> IDENT: 7b!$4ctyBcKL <<::
::>> SUBJT: RE: RE: RE: Got a lead <<::

So you admit to infiltrating one of our ships. Not a good start to our conversation, Mr. Serrano. However, in light of the "intel" you claim to have, we won't disappear you to somewhere that doesn't exist. [The digitized voice lightly chuckles.] Just a bit of light humor. Meet our agent at the diner. He will take the information you have down and we can move from there with the possibility of future ops together provided your intel checks out...if it doesn't... ...well, you already know how that ends. Logs NULL "Agent"

::>> Log End <<::


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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.