Spear Phishing

[Nick Stenn]

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"What of it? Nothing. It told me more about you than you about me. That said, consider it like knocking on a strange door. You knocked, and I answered." The lights flickered as he said it, just for dramatic effect. Silently, he thanked his implants. Glancing around the hanger again, he couldn't decide if he was impressed or dismayed by the state of the ship within.

"Then again, I'm reluctant to introduce myself as a genie just yet. You might ask me to help weld your... weapons... back on to that." A clear note of disdain in the words reveals his disproval of the equipment mounted, and as the lights in the bay stopped flickering and returned to normal, Stenn found himself slowly growing disheartened by the conversation. He had expected some measure of emergency, a hidden message, some level of secrecy attached to the sender of a phishing attempt at what would look like an unmanned asteroid base. Even if it looked like it was just a low level scam, he still harbored some hope that the sender wasn't quite so boring as that.

"Perhaps, the question you should rather ask, is how do you need my help?"

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