Marked

[Toaster]

"Your little show out there sure got the ball rolling," Olivia replied as she tapped her finger on the screen of a PDA lying on the tabletop before her. She scrolled from a news article to a neural net forum she used to frequent in her early days as a mercenary, a sort of job exchange for hired guns. "Price already posted a job offer, looking to add a few more guns to his detail." She chuckled to herself. "There won't be a lot of credits left for him to retire on at this rate."

Finally, she glanced over at Moretti, her eyes locking onto his tired features. "I need a ship to get to Price's. He wants his new hires interviewed in person. Once I'm in, I'll contact you." She leaned forward in her chair, coming as close as the table between them allowed her to. "You look like you need some sleep."

She rose from the table, patting herself down to ensure that all her new gear was in place and properly secured. She looked down at the man across from her, raising her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for a response regarding her transportation.

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Olivia Sable