Black Pawn What?

[Sciamach]

"Circumstances child, circumstances dictate my place be here of all places. We'll see how things go from here. "

Espinosa adjusted the sling around her neck, standing and gesturing Jana towards the door she came from, then herself departing through the second door.

Later, by the docks, she watched as Jana's vessel flew off from the station's launch-bay, observing it's course towards the upper Taus before fading from view moments later, leaving only a bright dot among the stars from her engine exhaust. She silently stood on the docks, contemplating for a moment as the regular hustle and bustle of the freeport's populace droned on behind her, paying her no mind as she stood at the terminal. Her hired gun, Tony, approached her; his stern expression visible in the reflection in plexi-glass window the pair of them stood before.

"Anthony placed the tracking beacon in her hold, and I've sent word to Callahan that his agent has the package, along with the beacon's transponder. If she runs with it, she wont get far.
He shifted his considerable weight around for a minute or so, stretching an arm and generally loosening up while Espinosa stayed silent. The pause persisted for a little while longer before he spoke again.

"And I can't exactly do my job if you send me out of the room m'am."

"It was a calculated risk. What few fanatics really did want me dead for putting three rounds in Olmos stopped sending people after me months ago. This was just to see if Callahan had turned or been turned. Seeing as I'm not riddled with holes or poisoned at the moment, I'd say I'm probably as close to 'in the clear' as I'm ever going to be. "

"So if you go back, whats to stop them from getting to you or.. her once you're back?"

Erika inhaled, calming herself for a moment after processing and momentarily panicking in response to what Tony had just suggested. The first possibility was a concern, but the second was a significantly larger one.

" I cant stay away forever. You know that.
Callahan's still a supporter of mine. With this transaction, he'll likely have the leverage he needs to convince both the Varela twins that I'm worth keeping around. If he can do that, I'll have enough protection within Amalfi to deal with Olmos' old fanbase."

"You think they'll let me back?"

"The only reason you had reason to fear for your life Malta-side was because you busted the face of some rookie who had connections. I assassinated a political and military strongman. Big difference there buddy. "

She went back to staring off into the stars, contemplating for a moment longer before turning her attention back to her attendant by her side. She pulled out her datapad, flicking a few windows away and opening a file, one that covered half the screen in sequenced numbers and letters.

" In the meantime however, we have work to do. Here's the access codes, get the Delphi prepped- and alert the crew that we're getting ready to launch. " Punctuating her sentence, she shoved the pad into Tony's torso, letting him walk off with it as she watched. The events of the day were something to behold, and something to celebrate. It was no mere transaction, she knew that much. No, this was the beginning of something. Something far more important than just the datadrive.

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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.