Hunting the hunter

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The sun was rising...its rays were coming through the office's window straight
in Samantha's face. She woke up apparently fallen asleep on her desk. What was left of her make up was
smudged on her face and hands, her hair was a mess, and she didn't feel much better either. Half-empty
bottle of whiskey was the answer to all unasked questions. She made a quick recap of last night -
making calls with various groups - nothing Rivera reporting - nothing, drinking whiskey then contacting
more people another report from Rivera another glass of whiskey - nothing. That was pretty much it. On
her laptop's screen a message was waiting to be opened and read...from Freeport 10's Administrator
not just some random replacement put in the office and given command of the station, sadly the
information wasn't any better

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"Amazing...nothing, nothing, nothing..."

Sam walked out on the balcony and leaned on the guard rail enjoying the orange coloured
sunrise over one of the few seas on Malta. The options were almost running out...almost. As the sun was
rising higher Samantha took a deep breath and as if revitalized and refilled with new determination
walked like a torpedo ready to cut through armour plating.

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FFCCCC][color=#FFCCCC]"I'd like coffee Rosa, thank you"

Was the order given to her assistant on the way to the bathroom. After spending almost an hour of taking
a shower and doing her make up she emerged ever so classy, not skipping the regular 15 minutes of looking
in the mirror boosting her ego so much that if it could be measured it will definitely brake the scanner.

"Riiight, let's see if this will work"

Samantha browsed something on her laptop for a while 'till her coffee was ready, then started the
messaging application and relaxed in her chair.
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[color=#FFCCCC]"Hello there Silver, how's killing been treating you? Anyway...I have something rather
delicate that might need your touch. I need to find some punks who think they are Bonnie and Clyde
reincarnated. They've killed our people and distributed our "business", the thing is nobody here knows where
their trail went, so here I am asking for your help. Could use your hmm instinct *laughs a bit* to help us
locate them. The catch is we want them alive, but if you do manage to locate them there is sure to be
something for your trouble apart from a bottle of whiskey and classy Maltese cigars if you visit my villa.
So...interested?


P.S Keep it up with those bounties I love seeing the navy pour more and more creds to the MercNet to
fulfil their part of the deal"

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