Athens Station

[Soban]

Hello, heist‑honey,

Well, burgle‑cup, our convoy managed to find its way to your—what shall we call it?—slum-chic hideout. They dropped off the iridium and scooped up the payment. I was expecting a tidy wire transfer, not a beat-up suitcase stuffed with 100-credit chips, but I suppose it’ll do.

Pleasure doing business. Next time, ditch the bargain-bin “Series-Z gangster” routine; it clashes with your décor.

Ta-ta for now!