The waitress  arrives  with the desert Menu, HAnding it to Sarah  and stepping back a pace, to allow her to look, yet there  for  if she had a question.

 Oswald   eats  while  Sarah looks over the  menu,  he begins to talk cryptically ,..I am  going to assume, you haf not been in Sol System, for quite sometime....

 his  eyes shift to the waitress,  she is very stoic. Another bit of beef and some noodles, he  talks  around it,..people of Earth Suffer.. with only the  Sol Fleet to guard them..... goods  are not sent out to  Military Bases.. rather...business men but them, and  take the chance of making money on  their  sale....

 Holding  up a  small round potato,on the end of his fork, he says,The Ampules are very hard to come by.... Civies  pay 5 to 10 times thier market price....Military will seize them..or at best..'agree to buy' what they find, for market value.

 The potato Vanishes , into his  Mouth as he takes a few bites  to eat it down to where he can talk, yet still be polite...dis? is vere it gets good... Der Empire...They do not have   such Ampules.... they experiment  with  the Angel-base, but ..cannot seem to find the right mix, to help  Empire  creatures  heal...There is rumors , that our  Hyrian friends , might profit from Ampules because they are  Mammalian... but  der rest..... he shakes his head  as he looks at his plate and  scoops together some more Noodles.

 ..zo?... They seek these Ampules  too...Ja? Und use them to experiment, as vell as keep them away from Der Delta Devil's  people.....

 he finishes his meal  and Nods to the  waitress,Devil's food  Cake, Please..if you do not have it today..I will settle for der pie of the day?

 The Kids  would  thin out , as they went to eat, play games or  leave...new batches  came in, always adding fresh screams and  Laughter to the play area..

 in the backround of the game room..soft explosions... Buzzers... bells..flashing lights all tried to beckon those with tokens to come  play.

  Orria  would   make some friends...Sometime have problems  when they talked German or French...but  when they would slip back into 'Fleet English' he  Chip helped her  understand more.

 with out  fail, and without thought( or so it would seem) Orria would  hold the Hatch, secure it..then climb to the cockpit... press buttons..talk to the machine and then leave to enter the ship   once more.

 some  smaller  Kids   were  riding bouncy Lonnox, or  earth type  horses, that swung back and forth on large  springs...other s  climbed  on rings  and some tunnels, But Orria seemed  to enjoy the  Ship.

In reply to Sarah (msg # 57):

Sarah nods slowly ordering a slice of angel food cake with fruit and whipped topping. She waits until the Waitress had departed before speaking, "and how long would I have to consider your offer?" She asks calmly, meeting his gaze. It was clear this was a black market dealing, as far as she understood it, that the Baron was offering. Her instinct was to reject the man out right and report him to fleet SEC, though she needed to know how long of a window she had, "and were I to decide to accept your offer how would I be in contact?" She asks her face an impregnable mask betraying nothing.  What was clear to her however was either way the end result of this deal would be a boost in the fleets supply of the vital medicines, whether she took matters into her own hands or SEC and intelligence managed to blow the whole thing open and possibly ensure a more fair distribution of the serums.

In reply to Melia (msg # 58):

Melia sat back and watched carefully, waiting patiently for Orria to decide to eat and get tired.
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  after  about  30 minutes or  so..the  kids began to thin out as they  went to eat, or play games... Orria  found herself  with only a few kids, most didn't  seem to bother with her, since they seemed to belong to a group. She  looked around...suddenly looking  sad.

   Once more the Fellow had to wait  as the   goodies  arrived at their table, The waitress  waited a second  to see if anything else  was needed...then  moved off  to do her  job.

  Oswald took a bite of his  Pie....... I should have known?  French Apple.... he frowned  but took another bite.

  ...as...i am sure you must haf gathered...In a bit of a bind.... it is why i haf taken the chnace to contact you... von uf mine people on Etna, has said your craft is...how  did he say this.....'built  for this job'.... vhat i must do....if you accept... ess give  you a crate..Ja..von crate... but it  contains 70 ampules....35  of each...those who know how to  use them, could treat thousands  with them.....ve  haf  three  Bidders.... ve have someone from der Asteriod  Field...Von..from der EDT...Und von from the Empire.... no matter who  wins.. they vill give you half of the creds..in a case....Those  vill be  yours  to  keep, or  dole out as you please... der rest.. vill be sent  to us  by scan...  He smiles,..they vill not  try to cross us... it vould mean the end of any chance to get more....at least...from  mine people...

 ..you vill meet a small Civie personal ship.... it vill 'heave to' for you to  board... there?  they vill  collect the   crate, Und Give you , your creds.... you vill let them go on thier merry way..und  go back to killing, whom you are fond of killing..I voulc ..very much like to give you a number.... but   i vill assure you... the   amount  vill make you sleep better  at night...

In reply to Jesse (msg # 56):

Jesse gives gim an arched eyebrow.  Well, she says slowly.  I shouldn't have too much trouble finding decent work.

She looked at the man talking.  They hired your roughness.

She begins walking towards the corner where he said the "boss" would check.  She was hoping that she'd luck up this night.

   The peole  pay her a slight bit of attention.

 The fellow  sitting on  the Curb just sta there holdign his head.

 the other two were fairly young..late  teens, maybe  20's..  a female, and a male.

 The  Male speaks up,whatcha doin' here?... you look like you should be workin' soem where's..'stead  of tryin' ta  steal our Creds...

 The Girl , who watched Jesse walk over  says,they sure won't be lookin' at me , for a bed  warmer, with her here...

 The other  fellow sais  quietly,...there's all kinds of jobs to get...being her..simply means,,,you don't have the  drive to do real work...

 The  Girl gives him the   rolled Fist gesture as she looks through the hole...

Jesse looks between everyone and shrugs.  I think you'll be fine when it comes to getting that job sweet cheeks.  That's all yours.

She tucks herself moreso in her hoodie.  I'm looking to warm something up, but its not warm flesh.

  They   waited  for a while.  The  'gates' opened  and a small kid  come out  . He was walking  fast as he passed the fellow  sitting  in the 'van guard house'.. three was  some  stirring in the other  Van as well... the  people who walked out side, didn't seem to pay too much attention.

  The kid  walked across the street, and stopped a few  feet from the  trash barrel.

  ..boss  has some odd jobs.... if ya want  ta try them... might even lead to be hired on the inside?

 They all nodded.

 ...K....boss needs a runner to the Upper..up in the snow...

 Boss needs a  package delivered...Lowers....

  ..boss needs someone dead.....


 The fellow  with his head in his hands,anything  for driving...i'm a driver....

 Kid shrugs,...not yet.....

Jesse nodded at the kid.

"Who he want offed?"  She didn't hesitate to expound on her skillset so quickly.

 The kid looks to Jesse.

 ... who ever takes the job, will find out when the  Boss wants you to know....I will say this...Boss is  kinda mean?.. so..if you take the job..you better get it done..cause... if you don't... i'll have to come out here.. to have some one  find you....

 the kid's face was innocent. He read messages  and  took names....

Jesse gave the kid a look.

I'm game, she said.  Call me Jay.  I'll be here.  I'll be ready.

  The  Kid   looks  at the crumpled notes he carries, then hands her one. Before he lets her take it he says,..Boss will hunt you..if you don't  pull this off.....


 Then he  waves to wards the Lowers,..The Address is on the   Beach...good  luck...

 The  girls say's ..I'll be the runner.....snow don't  bother me...


 reaching out   a slip to her....go to the first address.... they will send you to the next....You'll get paid when you get there.

 The  Guy  sighs,..Guess i'll do the package thing.....

 ..same deal...go to this address for pick up.... they will tell you were yo are going....

 The  fellow on the Curb said,..tell me when  you need a driver...

 The  Kid  nods as he turns  away, making strides towards the   gates.

Jesse takes the crumpled up paper and looks at the address and to see if there were any names or descriptions that she could go by for the target.

She began heading towards the lowers and the beach.

   The walk  through this end of the Stem, wasn't as bad, as if she would have  been in the Middle...Maybe it was because  they were a bit closer to SEC  aircars  flying around.

 or?..Maybe it was because  people saw her take a job from one of the  Bosses, and  figured one  woman wasn't  worth a gang war.

  Thirty Minutes later, she was  coming up on the   Lights of the Lower... The  Hum of the   Main traffic  stream lessed as it wasn't trapped in the  Monster 'Tunnel' That was the Stem. It was  easy enough to see the 'beach side' of the lowes   as   tall buildings  were not  placed there.

 If she read the address right, she needed to go  to a Motel called, The CLamshelter....

Jesse strolled thru the area like it was an everyday thing.  A norm.  She kept mentally repeating the name of the hotel and had she not nearly tripped over her own feet she would have passed it up.  Shr did proceed past but only to give it an overall glance from a stealth eyeview.

  The Darkness was nice, Millions of stars lighting up the cap of the  Meta-glass as Everest  rotated... now and then, Hulls of ships would light up the  'sky', from various  distances , as they cruised  by the station.

  Entering the  Clam Shell-ter, she seesa few people in the  small  Lobby. The Building doesn't look like much..two floors.. with  a set of steps  to the left and right  for  the first 2nd  floor ...two corridors   one on each side of the Desk ,

 The  man is  watching one of the Vid Screens that is showing  some 'high lights' of the  ship to ship battles..the Commentator expounding on the  ESN ships  ability to  maneuver and hammer the   bellies and spines of the Hyrian  Heavy Cap ships.

 Some of the persons in the studio  complained that Hack handles Cap ships like fighters and they weren't  meant  for that.

 other  argue , that  E SN ships, have  been carrying designs based on Hack's own design of The Hermes, and  Earth ship0s  are meant to  be agile , ( except for the Ahdes...and the Hades isn't around anymore)

In reply to Melia (msg # 61):

Melia waves, Orria over to the table pointing to the food glancing around. Sure she's getting hungry.

In reply to Sarah (msg # 62):

Sarah fixes the Baron with a look gears turning in her head. She reaches down to wipe her hands on her napkin casually slipping her comm from her pocket and tapping the record feature without looking at it leaving it on her lap as she raises the napkin and dabs it against her lips, "what kind of timeline are you putting on this, and where will I find this freighter? I'm certain the credits will help more than me sleep well at night." She states, not explicitly agreeing but adding a hint of... curiosity, and interest to her voice.

  After  a few waves   orria  comes toddling over  and  sits, thought she is   still a bit more interested at all the neat noises  and such.

   Some kids leave  with animals or  dolls or  playsets, some, just with  fancy drinking  cups or hats.

  The Finished his   pie, there was a slight smile on his  face as he dabbed his own lips  and  put  down his fork.

  Ack.... that vill depend on your..Admiral HAck. You see?  Ve Mirror most of der fleet's actions...sometimes..it may cost us some people...but it is a very safe way to travel..Ve  Vill COM you, Mit  a distress call..asking  fer help. Vunce you haf received this call..you  go to der ship, und make it heave to....they will have had...let us  say...a Mutiny , Und you will be there to stop it....Then..you vill travel to der Asteroid  Field  to meet der vinners of the  auction. Ven did happens... you vill  have a Visit from there SShip, und trade der crate, fer the container that vill have your creds inside...I vould be very displease, if you did not receive at least 100,000...but?..again..it  vill depend on the auction.

In reply to Jesse (msg # 74):

As the fellows were looking at the screen, she came inside only after looking one more time as the slip note for who she was looking for (if there was a description).  She looked around the building for an alternate entrance in aside from the distracted guys as the monitor.

  The slip  just had  The Clam Shell-ter...there was a small  spider, in lieu of a signature on the crumpled paper.

"Isn't this just great?" She mumbled lowly.  No who and all i get is a spider drawing signature.

She slipped into the building and carefully cruised past the distracted guys.