Project Protection

[JunkerTown]

James watches calmly as Finnegan blows his top and throws the glass.
Sitting upright in his chair he faces the snarling man hes known for ages.
He waits patiently for him to finish before he begins to speak.
He says..

Finn.. try and remain calm.
Believe me I know your frustration and knew you wouldn't approve of this.
Just as you didn't support the deal I made with the Rogues.
There is one simple fact in all this..
I'm the boss.
You work for me.
Thats it.

Finnegan obviously unhappy with what James just said plops back down in his chair.
Simultaneously grabbing the open bottle of whiskey off the table.
He chugs the rest of the liquor and sends the bottle sailing across the room.
James barely raises an eyebrow as the empty bottle crashes into the wall shattering into pieces.
Leaning forward James looks at Finnegan and says..


Now listen up.. you crazy old bugger.
You will do what I expect and leave the Mollies to me.
That deal I will handle and you just stay out of it.
Don't need ya muckin up the works.

James pauses..
Crap Finn don't ya know I hate the Reavers too.
I lost alot of great men and good ships to those bastards.
Their time will come one day but hell man FOCUS!
We have a much bigger problem to deal with now.
Last thing we need are Reavers or Mollies gunning for us too.
Were trying to save us and our home from certain death.
So follow your orders and help me save our system, our bases and our people.

James stands up as he says..
Finn your one of most trusted friends.
So trust me and just do what I ask you to do.
Is that clear?

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