An offer of Employment

[Not Espi]

Espi crawls out of his quarters with a blank stare on his face and heads for the showers. In 15 minutes, the sweet scent of rum from his quarters fills his nostrils as he puts on his uniform. He browses his neural net for some juicy messages and finds this one.

Hm... Good luck with that, Senor Anonymous. Like we don't have enough bounties on us already. ,he mumbles to himself and heads to the kitchen to issue his men their orders for today