To: Professor Provocateur, Nicole Hunter. From: Arbeitsdirektor Solomon Weiss.
I never thought I’d be complimented by the number one on Liberty’s most wanted list. For a Stuttgart farmer boy, I’ll call that a step up.
I don’t have the centralisation of power that you wield, Professor Hunter. It’s part blessing, part the other thing. It lets the Union be everyone anyone, to the Corsairs, the Outcasts, the Junkers, the Hogosha, the Coalition, the Imperials, but it means every corner’s carrying a knife and Nyctophobia’s for the men that live, not the boys that die.
If I do send Riehl, instead of me, do you want to do this dry, or wet? I can stick a gun to her head, but you and me both know that would trivialise what we’re trying to achieve here; firm ground to plant this crazy-eyed, hurricane-twisted tree in that we’ve grown together. The problem with Riehl is the same reason she’s made it to her position by her middle thirties; she’s instinctual, feral. Acts on the thought before it’s ran her by. Useful for bombing a transport that might be fuel carrier and might be a reconned hospital; she doesn’t blink to run the odds. It’ll eventually get her killed, but the numbers game plays to our advantage till then. She does value her own life and the movement itself; apply enough pressure, she’ll be nice, but that’d defeat what you’re, we’re, here for. It’s not about the words, it’s about the trust.
If you want to talk direct to Riehl, freeform, as she’ll be in operations, I won’t tell her the consequence of the meeting.
As for locations, Pacifica works, if you’re prepared to take risks. The alternative’s a longer flight, but it’s deep in our own yard. The Volkhoeven Nebulae, Koeln, in the clearing near Beta Two middle.
Here's hoping.
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