The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Umber]

As he finished his sentence, Umber removed her hand from under the table. The gun was kept in the holster, as she grabbed the data-pad she was working with and typed a few keywords in a search.

"Raiders, uh? I remember them.. Passing by the Omegas. Slavery, drugs.. Not the best of crowds."

She raised her eyes from the data-pad, checking Calix and raised her hand to call for a waitress.

"Have a drink, Mr. Calix. On the house."

Umber said, sipping more of her cerveza. Information was flowing freely through her data-pad, bits and pieces, populating the database. Some hits in the database, and more files opened.

"And i'm glad you think the Company's work is fun. That also speaks volumes of you."

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[13:37:45] Tyler: ****** seems butthurt and Haste seems to be going in without lube or spitting atleast on it for decency sakes.