Ariene walked into her office and sat down, as head of Interspace Commerce Shipping division her office was well appointed, leather cahir large wooden desk, everything a senior executive could have to satisfy any inferiority complex. Sadly Ariene did not have one. As far as she was concerned most of this was a waste of money, all she needed was a chair and a desk with a terminal, something to connect to interspace commerce's ridiculous database.
She accessed the terminal entering her passwrod she began hunting for the file on Russel's train, sifting through the voluminous reports on his various wrongdoings she found what she was looking for the concelaed back door to interspace commerces rather illegal intelligence division. Accesing the equally illegal file on Russell she was able to monitor his ship's whereabouts.
Crete, well that was okay. He'd gotten there, whether he'd get back alive was another matter entirely, but truth be told she wouldn't be sorry to see the back of him, and she wouldn't be sorry to see this mission fail either. A large part of IC's illegitimate business came from Corsair food runs, letting them have their own source of food would damage IC's profits, more from the artifacts they brought back to sell on Rochester and Beaumont than the food they sold to the corsairs. Well if all else failed, she was sure she could get some Outcasts or one of their allies to ensure Russell did not return. Cardamine was equally profitable and the resources funnelled to the outcasts equally well recieved. Of course the resources didn't think of themselves like that, but who were they to complain, they got free room and board all they had to do was harvest Cardamine.
She thought for a moment and then thumbed her comms unit.
"Jacinta, tell Johnson to come to my office immediately"
