Wyrm "Seraphim" activated.
Comm system destabilizing.
##### ------- Antiviral software inactive. --------####
Critical IP failure
Comm system shutting down to protect sensitive data.
...
Rebooting.
Access granted, welcome Admiral Krieg
Composing message...
Comm ID: Admiral Krieg
To: CEO Alex Cummings, Priority RepEx Comm System
ID Trace: Freeport 7, Sigma 17
Displaying...
Mr. Cummings. I'm sure you already know I'm not that buffoon Admiral, so who am I? I am the person offering you an opportunity. As a business man, you can appreciate that every opportunity comes at a price. The trick, in business at least, is to make sure that price is worth the potential rewards. So, cutting the business 101 lecture short, what is this opportunity? Revenge. Rumor on the Interlane Comm System is, a Corsair had the balls to sneak into New Berlin and injure the CEO of RepEx.
You could hire an endless army of Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters to go and track the Corsair down, but I'm offering you something unique. I can easily access Corsair systems, including their defense systems. I can hurt this person to the brink of death simply and quietly leaving a very obvious clue that it was you. No other investment is necessary besides my ship, crew and I. This is the opportunity.
I'm sending you this message as you are unconscious. No doubt, if you ever regain consciousness, you will have a very big enemy on your hands. That enemy is of course the Corsair nation. As a simple businessman like yourself, I was never too fond of the Hispanic war. My ship and crew have never been pressed into useless service to fight a war with no end. But, an interesting element entered the war not too long ago. This element is only known by the codename CYLON. The price, Mr. Cummings, are your resources. I want you, or someone hired by you, to retrieve a Cylon intact and severed from whatever hivemind it's connected to, so I can study it in private.
I do not expect an answer very soon, as your medical report seems to suggest you may be out for a while. Don't worry about contacting me, a simple yes or no over any major (or minor) comm line will get my attention.
Get well soon,
Captain of the Hacker Gunship and her crew, "Sans Seraph"
//Transmission Terminated
"The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up above the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire. It was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.
Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the railroad track to the bridge over the river. The river was there."
