“Grayson Mercenary Service My Ass... they’re in business how long and already they are charging a hell of a lot for bounties; more like Grayson Mercenary Rip Offs...” Carnifex said out loud in his quarters. He’d come across their file earlier while in the restricted area of Deshima.
‘I guess it makes sense,’ he thought, ‘business is good and every man and his panda wants in. We shouldn’t let them do too well, need to maintain our corner on the house market. They won’t last long if they kill house pilots though, in the current political climate there’s no allowance for trouble. We’ll have to use that to our benefit.’
‘In the mean time... I should start looking into this battleship project. I never thought I’d see the day that the Hunters Guild would own a hulking torpedo magnet like a battleship but with the slave liners going as far as the Lane Hackers greedy cardimine lined mits...’ he paused for a moment to think about the irony of that statement, ‘and the Outcasts advanced all the way to a house capital system, there just might be use for one.’
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