A message to a friend

[Ronnie Rayburn]

***Incoming transmission***
***Decoding...***
***Sender: Ronnie Rayburn***
***Recipient: Hidden Lock***
***Link established***

*Ronnie Rayburn appears on the screen with a strengthening drink in his hand, flashing one of his characteristic smiles*

[color=#FFCC33]My friend!

The deal is closed. Mr. Winchester of the IND coughed up the agreed 75 millions, and got his precious codes back. The man is a Player, and I think we'll do business with him again some day. And you should see the inside of his ship... *rolls his eyes and laughs* I never even dreamed of an interior like that. All the exclusive materials you could ever wish for. The ship just breathes wealth!

But enough about that. *gets all serious* Do you have something interesting to offer? The ion storms must have caused a mess among our, so called, "intelligence agencies". *shakes his head and chuckles* I still don't understand why they keep calling it "intelligence". The only intelligent thing for them would be to just close it all down. But I guess we should just consider ourselves fortunate that their competence isn't higher. It gives us so many more options to choose between when dealing with them.

Check in on my ship, and fill me in on the latest intel!

Rayburn out! *the screen flickers again, and goes dark*

***End transmission***

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