Aqua Balloon Co.

[Ximen_Benitez]

Brad Carlton had his target in sight, a lone Navy Official with an already damaged ship. It was too perfect too ignore, the Outcasts would pay well for this one. It would be an easy kill. A couple well placed shots followed by two screaming missiles and the bounty would be his.
It happened almost as fast as he had thought it. The Navy ship was blown to oblivion, the ships remnants spreading everywhere.
Score! Brad shouted.
Nice one, a pleasant sounding female voice said.
A confused look came to Brads face. His scanners didnt show another ship in the area, it must be a private channel. He looked at his comm. system, but it didnt show the origin of the signal. It read, Unknown.
Excuse me, but, uhh do you have the wrong comms?
No, Brad, I dont. I have exactly who I want.
Who are you? Brad put his ship in cruise and headed for Buffalo base.
My name is not important yet. Its what I need from you thats important.
Well, what exactly are you wanting from me? It better involve a large sum of credits
It does. Believe me, you will be paid, fed, and given shelter. All I ask is-
Brad cut the female voice off, Wait, what was that? Creds, food, and a place to live? This must be something pretty big.
You are right. Consider it full time work. Will you do it?
Hold the phone here lady! I dont even know what I have to do yet and you expect me to accept?
How much do you really like credits?
Brads eyebrow raised, I he though for a moment longer, Im in, but what the heck am I doing?
Good, I knew youd accept. You are the perfect person for the job. I should let you know now though, since you are on of us, you will find it very hard to quit.
Wait, how many are there?
Well, you and I, makes us.
Oh I see.
I am sending you the file for your first task. I expect you to begin immediately. Contact me when are finished. That is all.
Wait! How do I the comms went silent, contact you?
Brad opened the file he had received. It read: Your new ship will be an armored transport, for reasons you will find out later. Your new call sign will be Camorra. You will not tell a single soul your real name. You will not tell a single soul about me, or your job. Brad Carlton is a dead man, his funeral is tomorrow. I am sorry, but you cannot attend, you will be working. Once you are ready to go, fly to Planet Curacao at the coordinates below.
Brad reread the message a few times and muttered to himself, How on earth did I get roped into this so fast?


***The Next Day***

Hello, Camorra, the female voice sounded, seemingly from nowhere. You work for a company named Aqua Balloon, and you are our first Sales Manager. Aqua Balloon makes and distribute toys and trinkets to the vacationers here at Planet Curacao. Your first assignment is to scout out potential salesmen, particularly mercenaries seeking work.
Wait a minute here! Brad shouted, Why didnt you tell me Id have a crappy job like this? I kill for credits, I dont sit around and sell dinky little toys!
You will realize there is a lot more to this job than you think. Sometimes in order to get sales, you need to be a little persuasive. Dont worry, Camorra, you will feel right at home in no time. Now go back to your ship and tell me when youve acquired a worker.
What makes you think Ill come back?
I doubt youre really that stupid. If you were, I wouldnt have picked you! Now move along!

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