The reporter's face shows (besides the drink) his excitement about the possibility of his idea actually happening. He puts his glass down and says:
Mister Trenton, I am alright with those conditions. I promise that as long as I'm on board I will follow your orders and help with what I can. I do not know how to fly such vessel, but if the time comes for a shootout, I do now my way aiming a beam turret.
He stops for a second.
Word is that a pair of lunatic Outcasts are wrecking Havoc aroun the area. We might see some action, right?
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