The woman was lying on her side on the bed, only wearing a nightie. She was browsing her golden communicator, wondering if she received a new message from someone in perticular...
Blodwyn whispered, looking ennoyed as she didn't receive the message she expected, only ones related to work.
She laid back on the bed , her long ginger hair spread all over the cushions, like a giant starfish. The woman stayed still for a while, daydreaming...
Puling herself together, she sat on the bed, crossed legged, picked the communicator, held it in front of her and proceeded to center the integrated camcorder on her face before starting to record the message.
Dia duit, Major,
Again deh Republic managed tae sneak some shipments through 'Sars loines, however dey, anew, seem tae notoice sumtin', as serverals o' em were founds tae be on scanners range, eidher in Dublin o' O-Fourty-noine. We e'en had tae dispatch some o' deir ships, when we enter Omerga fourty-seven.
So, 'ere what we brought dhis week...
A total o' 15220 units ov'Oil delivered boye de ol' shippie [M]-Bucket.O'Gold :
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