Derilos smirked. "Actually there is." He handed a piece of paper to the woman. "Take that to the head of your weapons department. I need it to be built asap. It can go on Greg Rodnick's tab if you know him." The woman came and took the paper. Derilos took out his comms device and started making a few calls.
Greg read the message in front of him. He was able to type back a reply when he received another message, "You are being charged for: Bio-mechanical arm repair/replacement, Personal escort service, recovery room for one. If this is incorrect please state so, if accepted we can charge you immediately or just before you leave." Greg was confused, who would charge him like this? It wasn't cheap charges either. Greg checked the name of the charger. 'Derilos' Greg laughed. "Ah typical of him." Greg accepted the charges. "I just hope he doesn't ru me into the ground. I like helping him but this is getting heafty..." Greg sat back in the comfortable seat in the dark room and began contemplating his thoughts.
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