The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Silver]

"Death is like an old dog. She always knows when you're at her door."

"You need the flair. You need the charisma gained through hell and scars that only we mercs know about it."

She filled the glass and pushed it back to Cerulean.

"And you need the connections. An old vet like Templar, like me, knows people that you don't. Knows secrets that you can't imagine."

Silver sighed, and pulled out her PDA. She set it up and recorded a message.

"Dagon. I need the loc and last year history on Simon Templar, former Mando Consul.
Send it to Cerulean as well."

The message was sent. And while she was filling her glass again, her PDA beeped with a message.

"As you wish, Lady Silver. It will be sent in the next hour."

Silver imitated a Bretonian accent filled with jest.

"Titanium. Here's a pro-tip, kid. That woman scares me. She is the professional. If you need anything, call her.
Just don't mess with her family. Bad for anyone's health."

She gulped the precious liquid in the glass, once again.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop