Freeport 10's Research Deck: Commonwealth Research and Development Wing.

[Enkidu]

Achille, somewhere within the bowls of the research deck, relaxed. There'd been no problems transporting Dennis Arlston's cryocrate through security; "why would there be anyway?" He murmured, quashing the wisps of paranoia that circulated his head. "After all, this is the Commonwealth, there are no laws. I could have murdered someone directly in front of them for little return". Besides, the entire arrangement was legitimate anyway. Arlston himself had consented to this; five million credits and Cambridge citzenship in return for being the Commonwealth gaining unlimited access to his insides; most notably through human testing. Achille wondered if Arlston realised he'd be tested to destruction, and then shrugged. You get what you pay for; Achille an uninsured, unidentifiable research subject, Arlston a new life or quite possibly a grave; It didn't really seem to matter to the man when they had conversed over the neural net. Besides; he'd be unconscious for most of it.

He nodded as he past Kenji, exchanging a silent, unphysical handshake as there eyes locked momentarily. Kenji was relatively new, but his characteristics; his coldness, his devotion to nomad research, all admirable to Achille. For a moment he wondered exactly what the little Kusarian twit was contemplating now, before turning away and watching the passage of the crate as the distant loading cranes slotted it into position. The rest would be intriguing.

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