250.000.000 $ Cap Carnage Tournament

[Cawdor]

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.

Cawdor and his assistant respected protocol by staying put with a polite smile until the captain had left the small meeting room at airlock 4. After the door closed, Cawdors mien showed the usual indifference again that most people were used to. He reached out to his assistant for her to hand over the electronic notepad. It was only then that he realized how terrified his assistant had become when she first laid eye on the blood tainted fingerprints of Kapitaen Heissner. Cawdor smiled briefly but warm like a father who's daughter just had realized what happens to the cute rabbit once her mother closed the kitchen door. He took the pad out of his assistant's hands and put it into his suitcase. The snapping sound of its locks threw her back into reality. With a shallow taste in her mouth, she fallowed Cawdor to airlock 4.

Money has been sent. Also;

You have been signed up, sir.

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