The Ships Inn ... Wall Street Station, Honshu

[centauri5pirate]

Jonathon and Jake were discussing the days events at the bar with the occassional jibe about each others cargo manifest when Jonathon's message indicator started blinking. Must be something important for it to be routed to me here in the bar.
Jake wonders as well, His message indicator has not blinked once today.

Jonathon brings up the message...

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"Our Clients will pay well over market price

(twenty million credits) for the delivery of

Nuremburg Produced Military Vehicles to the

aformentioned site.

The order would include 50 Ajax APC, 4 Sentinel

MkIII Hovertanks, 26 gattling-class laser

cannons of the Mjolnir 13 design, and 4

Screamer-class surface Missile Batteries"

Can your man deliver?

Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe
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"The name is familiar." Jake said, "I think they
are from out near Bretonia."
Jonathon looked curiously at his screen...
"I wonder why they came to us for this delivery?"
Jake punches some keys. "I'm going to try to trace the source and get more information, I need to know a bit more about what we're getting into." He said.
"Although this will be a good run, with all that military gear there's bound to be some more interested parties."
"Indeed, we'll definately need an escort and an advanced recon ship." Jonathon nodded.
Jake smiled, "Here we go, it's coming up now."
They both looked closely at the screen and then at each other, the same expression on their faces.
"This might complicate things." Jake said, "We might just need to call in 22461AA to handle it....."
His voice drifted off as they stared at the screen once again.

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You ask me why Im weary, why I cant speak to you.
You blame me for my silence, say Its time I changed and grew.
But the war's still going on dear, and theres no end that I know...
And I cant say if were ever...
I cant say if were ever gonna be free.