The White Rose Bar (Translated to English from Gallic)r, Planet Quillian, 22:00 Hours Local Time
Kell reclined at his table in the corner of the bar, drinking his scotch.
Where's that Black Marketeer? He thought, surveying the crowd, searching for his target.
Noticing a young woman matching his target's description by the bar itself, Kell got up and headed towards her.
Placing a hand on his concealed sidearm as a precautionary measure, Kell moved up behind his target, slowly so as to not attract any attention to himself, knowing the Gallic Royal Police were watching this bar for potential Council collaborators. Though a Sirian operative was the last thing they would have expected, especially not one as skilled as himself.
He took a seat next to her and asked "Can I buy you a drink?"
The woman looked up. She was not what anyone would expect; she looked as if she belonged in nobility. She looled at Kell, then folded her hands on the table.
"Chateau Boloise..." She said, trailing off. "And we may forgo pleasantries. You may call me Widow. That is that." She waited for her drink, took a sip, then looled back at Kell. "You want something, and it isn't going to be a crate of wine I guess." She said, smirking. "Tell me, what can I procure for you?"
Kell glanced at her, appraising his target, this 'Widow', taking note of her appearance, not that of the middle class necessarily, maybe working class, but working for nobility "An interesting alias, but nonetheless, down to business" he said, clearly unsurprised by the turn of events.
All the better to get out of here quickly, I HATE Gallia.... he thought, letting it trail off as he downed the last of his scotch.
"I'm in need of several Eclipse class Heavy Bombers" he began.
"If you cannot provide, I will take my business elsewhere" finished coldly.
"And I thought it would be a challenge. Four Eclipse bombers, remove serial numbers, factory markings, etcetera?" She queried, taking another sip of her wine. "I can have my contacts deliver them to a place of your choosing." She finished. "Would you like the bill now or later Monsieur Smith?"
Widow was all buisness. She wasn't deadpan or cols, just the professional calm of those who ran a procurment group of less than legal standing. Not that the Royal Police is any better; they just had a tad more style.
Kell looked at her coldly, Such confidence in one so young, she may be a valuable asset in the future he thought. "I would doubt the ease of such a thing in Gallia, given your government's tendency towards despotism" he remarked coldly. "Regardless, I will be in need of a full set of schematics for said craft as well" Kell began.
"Furthermore, if you're interested in earning some extra credits, you could procure a Taureau class Transport" He finished.
"The schematics you are looking for are more difficult to procure, and will be expensive. As for the transport, that is easily triple the price of the Eclipse you are looking for. It is your choice; There is no negotiating my prices. You will take it or leave it."
Widow finished her wine off and left the glass to the side, not having any more.
Smirking, she pushed the datapad forward, which had a very hefty sum on it.
"Sign at the bottom, wire half to use now. Half on delivery. If we fail to deliver the products, you lose the first half, keep the second half."
Widow drew her coat closer around her, preparing to leave. "Do you wish us to procure you anything else? Guns? Bombs? Slaves to set free?" She asked, deliberately using the last four words to probe what type of man she was talking to.
Kell glanced at the datapad and shrugged "Here I was expecting to have to shell out more."
Reaching into a compartment beneath his jacket, he pulled out a credit chit "There's the first have of the payment right there" he said calmly, handing it to her.
Again Kell shrugged at her last question "First let me put one thing straight: I have no use for Gallic weapons technology" he began.
"Secondly, no, that is to be left to the proper authorities" he continued bluntly.
"Thirdly, if I come across a slave trader I will act to preserve his hostages' he continued, his eyes going cold.
"Maybe the GRN would be better put to use that way, instead of wasting lives on a useless ancestral feud" he remarked.
"Now to the goods, you'll find delivery instructions on that chit" he finished.
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