Oaths Are for the Obedient

[Leo]

Dagger-7 and Dagger-2 dropped out of the Trade Lane connecting Pittsburgh to Fort Bush. The two ships communicated via secure channel to one another as they navigated towards the docking ring orbiting the planet. They'd picked up two Frigates at the Manhattan office after their brief to the T9 Division lead there. Instead of going in hot, command wanted them to come at the situation sideways in traditional LSF fashion. Dagger-2 agreed, no sense drawing attention to themselves. Despite not flying Dagger-2, the two retained their callsigns to one another for ease of communication. "Planet Pittsburgh landing control, requesting permission to land. Two Dragur Freighters." "ID please." the attendant said, clearly bored. Dagger-2 and Dagger-7 sent over their information. Charlie and Thomas Thorne, Freelancer brothers from the edge worlds looking for work. Their clearance to land was granted. He wasn't surprised, backstopped LSF ID's were always perfect. The two quickly landed at Red Hills Refinery on the desert world and disembarked. "Go and check with records and collect all the data they have on Heiko Riegel. See if his departure is in the logs and if so where. If not, check where he is at present. Don't use your LSF credentials if you have to." Dagger-2 stated as they exited their craft following their landing. "I know how this works, Charlie." he responded, clipped. Dagger-7 was a bit of an asshole. Probably why Winter sent him along to ensure that they actually got the data without pissing the entire planet off. Hearts and minds, "I know you do. Just do it anyway. We need to know if we need to send in the grab team to snatch him off the world or not...or if it's even possible without causing collateral damage." He left, heading for dock control mumbling under his breath. Dagger-7 was a good agent but a lousy person. He did his job well but was one of those people that used his weight as LSF to push people around to get his way instead of using nuance to get it. That was why he never really grew into anything other than a simple agent rather than a site lead, or cell officer. Dagger-2 shook his head in dismay as he saw him walk off. "Time to scout the area and see what shakes loose." He shuffled off, hands in his pockets, pretending to be just another Freelancer existing in the background.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.