Major Heissner walks into the room and smiles while joking with this master gunner, Gregor Heaton. A small business man steps in after them and interupts very polietly. The major signs an invoice and a electronic device is placed on the counter. *35,000,000 Transfered* is displayed on a 4 inch screen. The cruiser commander looks up at the host:
That all you need Captain? Looks like my gunners have their work cut out for them.
The commander gives a nod to his friend, and the old Sergeant briskly walks out to give the word to the crew. Heissner gives a nod to Cawdor and walks out himself, an evil smile playing across his face.
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