Black Pawn What?

[Sciamach]

Espinosa sat quietly; eyeing Jana up and down as if uncertain for just a moment before reaching into the left side of her jacket. Albeit with some difficulty due to the sling, from within she produced a small data-drive, no longer than a pen and only slightly wider and boxier. Imprinted on the side was a small gold and black logo, somewhat indistinguishable due to fading and distance,

"The package itself wont kill you. You running with it in hand however, very much may.

Some old friends of mine and a few lesser-known heroes known mostly to those plying the Cardamine haulage-routes had a bit of a project a long time ago. That project's borne fruit was given as a gift to the Cross a long time ago in exchange for some help with repairs, and could've been a more common sight around Maltese airspace if things hadn't gone the way they had roughly two years back. This drive, is that exact gift- one of two duplicate drives we received and something I carried with me into my self-imposed exile. With where I am now and where I'll be for the time being, holding onto both of them doesn't benefit anyone and is of very little use to me."

She planted the drive down on the table, sliding it across until it came to a stop just short of the edge of the table, in front of where Jana was.

"But to Callahan, and to the families within Amalfi, well- that's a very different story. Exactly what is on the drive is something I'll let be a surprise for now; Harry will no doubt let it be known once he has his grubby little mitts on it. Just know: the Directorate has some work coming up in its future. "

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[ sci·am·ach ]
/sīˈamək/

A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.