A Rescue Mission

[Commissar]

...Source: Planet Manhattan...

...Encryption: Unknown...

To: The Liberty Navy, Liberty Police Incorporated, Liberty Security Force, Mercenaries, Bounty Hunters, Traders and Freelancers.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I'll keep it short.

My daughter's gone. I don't know where. I don't know how. She was working at the maintenance bays here. I thought the experience would do her good. *He shakes his head.* Clearly I was mistaken.

My own sources indicate she disappeared off planet three days ago. Stole a CSV off a Junker named John King.

She's 19, her names Sarah. Sarah McFarlen. She's around 180cm tall, brown hair, blue eyes. She's a bit shy, likes machines. Naive as all hell.

I don't know where she could have gone or what she's flying. She's probably still in Liberty, might be under another name.
It's not easy, but that's why you get paid the big bucks.
Two million credits for the first person to bring me information as to her whereabouts, or five million if anyone can bring her home.

She's not to be harmed. If you so much as lay a hand on her the next bounty will be on you. Understood? Good.

If you've got a good reputation with Liberty business, I'm sure we'll get on fine.
If you're interested, reply over the same frequency, it's more secure then most military lines. Anyone accepted will be noted later.

Hop to it, Gents. Heaven knows her odds aren't getting any better.

*The man sighed, lowering his head into his hands. Let them find her.... For the love of god let them find her...*

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |