The information broker

[Xing]

Isabelle's White Wolf training kicked immediately in at the smell of danger, and instead of panicking, calmed down. Felt incredibly too calm for a normal human in such situation, nearly reptilian.

"I doubt you will make me move much, sir. Take a closer look. 12 of the 24 fighter craft youve identified are bomber crafts. Do you recognise them? no? Quite normal. These are rather recent bomber units. "


CODENAME: SOVEREIGN CLASS

"I doubt you will actually kill us. You have military discipline, and have the diplomacy of any merchant like you've proven us so far. You have more patience than what you want us to believe, merely wishing to accelerate our decisions to your advantage."

She shook her head slowly,
"That I am wrong in my asumptions or not does not matter. I am offering something better than what the order has to propose. You are facing very possible destruction, but know that in Libertonian space, the navy shall hunt down all order activities. On that perspective, I do believe my offer has some advantage you can't deny."

Her cyan eyes turned into an icy pale blue, so cold people could wonder if she was still human at all.
No, there were things that marked a human forever...
A white Wolf stayed a White wolf forever.

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