A visitor on Carnarfon Bar

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Cliff Hunter sat at the table. It had been a busy day, with a busy schedule. As CEO of the Bretonian Division of Deep Space Engineers, he had a lot on his mind, and a lot on his plate. DSE)- Bretonia was very busy with the various contracts they held. Everything from building and repairing tradelanes, scrapping the wreck of the old Southampton Shipyard and having to deal with the knowledge the Bretonian Government had brought in ALG to help with Southampton's demolition.

It wasn't so much the competition that he dislike. It was the sense of being stabbed in the back by the BretGov for bringing in ALG, rogues and vagabonds all. Hell! He would have preferred a Junker organisation over AGL any day.

AGL and DSE... let us say they have bad history from Texas days.

Cliff glanced over the patrons at Caernafon's bar. Looking for a man who was not a regular.

A man, one who seemed out of place and down on his luck came over, and sat down without asking.

He turned his datapad to Cliff..

"We can talk."

Cliff read the communique - the advert for expressions of interest for a sizeable chunk of his portfolio of plant and equipment. The man looked rough, unkempt even, Like he had done time... not that he minded. DSE) had hired a lot of ex-cons from Liberty.

"Who are you and above all can you afford this?"

The man nodded. Cliff paused, thoughtfully. Things had gone well in Poole. Building Dorset Station was a very sound investment. Its position close to the JH to O-49, now Exeter, paid off. Not only had they pretty much fulfilled the contract to build the trade-lanes and the Poole/Exeter jump gate, but were well on the way to continue to build through to Planet Exeter. Well within budget.

"So you are interested in buying. What are you offering?"