The waitress came back with their glasses. "Ici, for you" Paul stuffed in a handful of Gallic bancnotes in her cleavage. She smiled "Merci beaucoup, how generous of you..."
Then he turned back to the two. "Don't worry about that deal with the plants, mon ami. No risque, no fun, right?"
He handed them over their glasses "There are many "test subjects", if you prefer to call them this way. They just don't know it yet. We will see les results, puis we will decide if it is la bonne chose or not. Alors, it is not like we do it for the first time. It is the same as with the orange dust, after all."
"Cheers" They all took a sip of wine. "You also wanted to talk about future deals. Bien, here is something we will need, in large quantities. Anything used to build navettes....ships, but not scrap, I am talking about the industrial and miltary materials." He leaned back, studying the other guests.
"Oh, if you want to do something "useful", we have 12 lounges ici, with a wide variety of choices, mes amis..."
"That's the interesting question, while we don't produce universal spare parts, we recieve a descent amount of supplies for projects on one of our stations. Yes, the one that produces those wonderful ships like the one moored currently to the place. We have limited construction facilities, but in case of something we can try to organise a certain surplus of resources there. You know, the super alloys that can become everything in the right hands.
Oh, the lounges?" - a sign of curiosity appeared at Matthew's face. To understand what he had in mind, one should had imagined the postgraduate that found the opportunities of outlawed science he could work on at Glendale better than the usual ones. So, Matthew, still the student to the very basis of his mind, seeing the things in the light of the campus society.
After 3 days of hauling goods that Mr. Jean ordered, Dudley finally finish whole deal.
He bring whole amount or goods plus some extra stuff for "Club Le Baron". Dadley has some problems with his ship.
Old engine in CSF almost cost him his head but... that is some other story.
Dudley docked and he need some time to fix his ship engine. Ship is old more than 100 years. Its real wonder that this ship is still flying.
But main thing is that Dudley done his part of the deal. Right now he is in docking bay trying to fix his ship. A lot of work.
So Dudley send transmission to Jean with details of cargo deliver.
"I guess that is all. Right now I have a lot of work with CSF engines. I has some issues but I think I can fix that.
You could visit me at Docking Bay 3 so we can talk about my payment and maybe some other job for me.
And of course... You cold help me with engines."
In a calm and silent morning in Le Baron, Jean was having a drink and reading the news, as he suddenly received a message. "Ah...this guy is pretty fast, everything seems to be alright with the goods, this man takes his job serious.." He emptied his cup, left Le Baron and headed for the docking bay. His bomber was parked in the same bay, when he entered the docking bay, he quickly remarked the big, rusty ship next to his Jaguar. Its cover was peppered with scratches and holes and seemed to been darned in a half-decent way several times. He caught sight of Dudley, who seemed to be very tired and stressed. He adressed him and said: "Très bien, you have done your job very well, I think you deserve the deep gratitude of La Legion and bien sure some monetary reward. 10'000'000 francs will be sent to your account..."
"Super" alloys, vous say? Interessant.... Paul picked up his glass to drink some more champagne. Hmm...sounds indeed tres bien. The Legion would really like to see this material, could you arrange something?
We might use this material in our ships, provided it is how we imagine it to be.
He looked over to the lounges. Feel free, mes amis. It will be on the house, see it as a little present from moi.
"Those alloys have the top quality. An equipped shipyard will use them for everything - from the frames and power constructions to hull panels and whatever you want. A door that can't be broken down even by artillery? Piece of cake.
So, the lounges?" - Seems that he just hadn't understood all the hints, but was ready to go anywhere, enjoying the evening in general.
"Fracking piece of crap... Damn useless flying junk."Dudley swears from engine room while trowing tools. He comes out to clean his face and hands from oil."All right, we have a deal. 1000 tons of Basic Alloys and same amount of High Temperature Alloys. I will be on my way soon as I fix this... this... this junk."Dudley goes back to engine room and continue with repairs. "This ship is maybe old and cracked but I love this ship. And everything can be fixed with some Duct Tape."He smiles and continues to talk."Tell your Boss that I am appreciate for letting me use your Freighter, but for now I will stay with my ship. When I finish with repairs it will be almost like new."
A whole week pass since Dudley was last time in "Club Le Baron". And now he is back.
Dudley finished another hauling deal with Brigands. He enters "Club Le Baron" in hope to find Jean or some other known face.
But club was almost empty so Dudley decide to leave notebook to barman with full report about delivery.
He told him to contact Jean or anyone from Legion so they can met again and talk. Right now Dudley have to leave Gallia cos of some other job that he apply for. He will be back in week or if someone from Legion need him sooner. Dudley leaves Narbonne Base in unknown direction.
Oui, this is exactly what we are looking for.
If you need anything in return, ask away.
He leaned back...
It seemed these guys had a hard time understanding what Paul meant. He couldn't make it any more obvious. It is also not his style.
Mes amis, les lounges are places where you can enjoy yourselves with the most belles women Gallia has to offer. I thought it may interest you, non? Don't you have anything like that in Sirius?
They looked a bit surprised, Paul just started to laugh.
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