Drake reached for his rifle and placed it on the table. He let Rena attach the scope to it while he was thinking. That morning after he had run diagnostics, an email had popped up on his HUD. Drake had left it for the time being because he had wanted to pick up his package, but now was a good time to read it. He accessed his mailbox and pulled up the message.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">Drake, it has come to our understanding that an object of potential has landed on a distant planet, and there is the possibility this object will be coming to your current planet. It is still unknown exactly what it is, but our sources on the planet it landed, Earth, did notice a small object collide with the planet a short time ago, and detected irregular readings compared to the usual meteorites and space debris. We want you to keep an eye out for this object, and if possible come to possess it yourself. If you can succeed in doing so, send a response to <a class="__cf_email__" data-cfemail="103150" href="/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection">[email protected]</a>#$%^&amp;%*^&amp;%^$$%$ and we shall send you a messenger with compensation.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That is different...not a hunt somebody for money mission, but more of a...delivery boy gig? I don't like the taste that leaves in my mouth, it makes me seem...lower...than what I can actually do. I will have to ask precisely how much this thing is worth...</span>