Micheal was sitting in the Ouray bar when the bartender walked up too him.
"Here Mike, this might be interesting for you"
The bartender handed him a datapad, showing a encrypted message. Micheal stood up, walked straight to his eagle in the docking bay and launched.
He hooked up the datapad to his eagly and started decrypting the mssage.
Micheal looked at the message, looked again and again. He couldnt believe it. The opportunity of a life-time. If he did this, he would have enough credits too keep the entire Ouray base supplied for months.
He didnt hesitate for a second and engaged his cruise. Once he plotted his course he prepared a message for the Botany Bay.
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Scofield here, i can only say one thing. You have my attention, call me when the time is there, i'll start preparing everything here. You just make sure i get payed.
Yes i read the rules.
Yes i will follow them.
No im not perfect.
Yes i will ask my "stupid" questions
Please tell me when my english is bad, i will correct it, im not very good at it
Billy Tranton saw the acknowledgement code pop on his heads up display as he was passing through the Oita system. Taking transmissions this close to the Liberty Police's headquarters was risky, but money and opportunity overrided Billy's misgivings. Scofield...it must have been him sending the message. Billy had heard of Scofield from Tex, who had flown with him on occasion. Apart from his piloting skill Billy didn't know if he had bomb making chops, he'd have to ask Tex about that.
Accompanying the first message was another, this one from Mark Lawrence. Now here was a name he knew of. Someone he could definately use. Before becoming a bomber pilot at Ouray, Lawrence had made his name on Pittsburg by setting off a device near the DSE corporate tower.
These two would do nicely. Billy composed a message he planned to transmit on the other side of Illinois. He would risk the transmission to reduce the number of stops he mad on Ouray. Too many Bounty Hunters were following him lately to lure them right into the Xeno sanctuary.
12 hours later he sent this message:
-Meet at Freeport 4 in 96 hours, bring your tools.
The transmission had been garbled almost beyond recognition. Reggie blamed it on the distance, the geothermally active planet around which Belfast orbited, and the fact that the Botany Bay didn't have access to FnordNet.
Reggie was apparently getting through just fine to Billy though.. the choking noise Billy made when Reggie discussed the payoff for him and his experts was rather amusing. Apparently it would take those lads months to make the 50 Million creds Reggie was offering for a day's work.
Reggie wished badly that he had been mistaken about one fact, but it had been repeated several times during the conversation.. 96 hours. Bloody Thud! Add another 10 to complete and deliver the package. There was no way his and Shamus' objectives could be completed simultaneously. Shamus would have to strike, and Reggie would just have to hope that the repercussions of that strike did not make his mission impossible to complete.
So, how to spend several days without pacing holes in the floors? Reggie rose from the desk in the Manager's office and walked into the main bar of Hope's Haven. He spied Moira overseeing a gaggle of cleaning droids as they strove to remove a year's worth of dust and grime from the floor. He walked over to her, gently took her hand, and led her up the curving stairway to the small suite he had laid claim to.
Micheal was sitting in the bar at Ouray, his package was ready, so he could afford too take some r&r.
After the last transmission from Billy Tranton, he worked 3 days straight too make sure he did everything desired. For a paycheck that big, he would even make a bomb standing on his head, 50 million credits!!!
Micheal had prepared his captured Rheinland Transport, a Large Train, flashing Dietrich.Strauf as a ship's license.
His ship was loaded with food to cover his special cargo, all he was waiting for was a word from Billy to depart.
Yes i read the rules.
Yes i will follow them.
No im not perfect.
Yes i will ask my "stupid" questions
Please tell me when my english is bad, i will correct it, im not very good at it
Sitting at the Icemoon bar on Freeport 4, Billy was watching his time piece constantly. All around him Liberty Rogues and Lane Hackers were whooping it up over darts and pool. If he stayed here much longer they'd start taking more notice of him. The Rogues he didn't care about much, though some of them might recognize him from Billy's Junker days, they wouldn't care. The Hacker's however would look at him as a fat payday. They loved ratting on the Xeno's small population of smugglers whenever they could. The bartender walked over an offered another drink then told him there was a gentleman at airlock 4 asking about him.
"Bingo."
Billy left the bar for the mooring level. Waiting for him at number 4 where Botany Bay was moored was Mark Lawrence.
"Were you followed?"
"Don't make me laugh Billy?"
Tranton smiled, of course he was alone. Lawrence was always Tex's man for getting around unnoticed.
"I have word from Scofield, he'll be flying the Detrich Strauf out to Newcastle...probably already there, we should go."
The two men boarded the Botany bay and left the miners, rogues and Hackers to their fun games. Soon they were well beyond the borders of Liberty, where no Xeno had traveled before them.
"Ye're sure ye can trust these strangers, Reggie? We don't know hide nor hair about 'em.. merely that they've somehow got connection with the bunch you had originally approached..." Moira's lovely eyes were troubled, and her face was pinched as she stared at Reggie.
"It can't be helped, my dear. We're out of choices, and quickly running out of time. Mal can only stall for so long. Scans have picked up three unidentified ships bearing in from Inverness, and I'm hoping it's our 'contractors'. I'd rather do the final touches in deep space, rather than blowing Belfast sky high if something goes amiss."
Moira gave Reggie a fierce hug, and a peck on his weathered cheek. "You come home, Reginald Waverly! I've taken a likin' to ye, for some ungodly reason."
Reggie gently touched Moira's face, and turned to leave Hope's Haven for the Oro.de's berth.
Mark Lawrence was sitting next to Billy Tranton on the bridge of the Botany bay. In their viewport loomed the mammoth space station that encompassed the Molly resistance in the Newcastle sector.
Lawrence strapped his Ageira-made weapon to his shoulder holster and made for the airlock behind Billy.
"You just let me do all the talkin. These fellers know me but a liberty accent out here might spark their interest a bit much."
Lawrence adjusted his harness under his coat a bit.
"I'm not here to talk Billy, lets get this done."
The two men made their way onto the station to find the crazy Zoner.
Micheal was sitting in the cockpit, still in the cloud, but his scanner could pick the planet up. When suddenly the fog around him cleared and he had a clear visual on Belfast and the others.
Seems the message got out too more then Micheal thought, he was glad too see the Einmyria as well.
Micheal quickly requested permission to moor. He was thrilled by the fact he did not know what he was doing here exactly. All he knew was they needed a very big bang, he knew that was going too happen. 200 food-crates filled with high-explosives, that would certainly deliver a big blast.
Once he left his ship and looked around too find the bar, he heared a fimiliar voice calling him from behind, it was Billy. He walked over into the darkness, not knowing exactly too expect, but he knew the paycheck would be big enough to cover anything.
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Yes i read the rules.
Yes i will follow them.
No im not perfect.
Yes i will ask my "stupid" questions
Please tell me when my english is bad, i will correct it, im not very good at it
Reggie had stepped off the lift at the hangar bay level, and begun to jog down the passageway towards the Oro.de.Veranda's berth when he pulled up short. Wallking towards him were five strangers, and they looked like they meant business. Reggie hoped it was his business.
"Umm.. I assume one of you is Billy?"
"Ayup, Mr. Waverly. And this here is Marc, and Michael, and over there is Thompson and York. We've come to help ya take out that ugly bugger you talked about."
A big grin crossed Reggie's face. "Then, what are we waiting for!"
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