Ted glanced down at his data-pad, it was flashing with a reply to a message he had sent earlier that day. "Well, Lenny looks like we got our first major contract, 14,000 slaves to the Junkyard. In the Inverness, just past cortez." Ted paused and slammed down the drink that appeared in front of him, gasping for air for a moment after. "I wonder if our dealer can handle those numbers, only one way to find out though am I right?" he chuckled to himself.
