The guy knew his accounting. Not a particularly Rogue trait, what was good after all.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I said split, but not in how many pieces. In any case, being a captain I would not take less than 40% of the pie, after expenses of course. And I would only get a slice of that, in any case. " - Moe was looking at him, and Lou moved his head slightly - "Then again, I will be supplying the slaves, and making the contacts to distribute the cardamine back here in Liberty. I will also be supplying you the rogue IFF, and access to the ground crews here in Niverton to service the ships, so it would be a good slice. But I'm not unreasonable. I'm trying to look at this as an investment. As I said, I want to step up my game. I have some resources, but the average rogue is too dumb for this business. I lost a couple shipments when I was not piloting myself." - Moe arrived with two more whiskeys - "If you are flying this thing on the Malta run for a while and you are not dead yet I could certainly use your help. I can't babysit all the new pilots by myself. And I will need more crews if I want to expand. Niverton has a huge protential."
A plan was forming on Lou's mind. Still fuzzy, but definitely taking form. They would need to contact the junkers, and build or retrofit a couple more liners. But everything at its time.
"I could certainly buy the shares of your crewmembers that decide to leave. If you really want to broadcast a Rogue IFF around, that is. But with the steady flow of slaves that Niverton can provide, and with the big demand for cardie here, none of us will complain about the profits, that's for sure."
Lou drinked of his whiskey, while glancing at his guitar standing at the corner on the other side of the bar.
