To: Felix Stendahl From: Inquisitor Erikasaria Espinosa of the 2nd Tarxien Order Subject: Your future Encryption: [Absolute]
You'll forgive me for skipping the introductions and getting right down to it: I've been informed that you're one in need of gainful employment and are willing to be discreet, provided the pay is solid.
As luck would have it, I have need of just such an individual and I'm a little scrapped on time, else I would likely contact someone worth their salt for this matter. If you're interested, respond-- simple as that.
And just so we're clear here: anything said between us is not to go beyond our channels of communication in any capacity beyond vocal speech, in person, between the both of us. Capiche?
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A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.
Came to the right man, Espinosa. Willing to do any job you or any associates of yours ask, long as the pay is good and I don't end up with a knife in my back when I come to collect my paycheck. Smuggling, espionage, assassination, extortion... Pick your poison and I'll fill the vial.
Rest assured that nothing'll leak out of this channel to others. Buyer confidentiality is vital to keeping my profession stable. Gonna need to know a little more about the job you've got in mind before I sign off on anything.
To: Felix Stendahl From: Inquisitor Erikasaria Espinosa of the 2nd Tarxien Order Subject: Your future Encryption: [Absolute]
Don't get too comfortable in the belief that what I'm going to ask of you is standard fare: it's not often I pull in a complete stranger for favors.
Specifics will have to wait; I have no intention of leaving any kind of paper-trail here. Last I knew you were camping out somewhere in the slums on Freeport 11 out in the ass-end of nowhere-- and while I couldn't give a toss less where you choose to bed-down, I've no use for you out there. To keep it simple: I'm presently out on an operation and will be returning to Valetta Shipyard in a few days. Be nearby when I return and we can talk in person. I'll have an agent of mine relay specifics to you upon your arrival.
And be mindful of whom you speak to; the relative internal peace the Church of Tarxien has maintained for the past two years in Maltese space is apparently insufficient to certain shameful inhabitants that deserve no specific mention. Keep your head down and just play yourself off as a smuggler until a gentleman in the truest sense of the word named Harry Callahan approaches you station-side.
'Til then, suffer well.
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A simple, angry man casually working his way through life on a personal quest to acquire copious amounts of street cred.
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