Frowning pensively, Ianthe mused,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Interesting,"</span>while digging through her coat pocket for the direct phone Giantprick had provided her. Before dialing, she tapped a few keys on her wrist-computer, linking the Syndicate boss' account to Vladsti's to complete the agreed-upon credit transfer.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Three hundred,"</span>she announced.<span style="color: mediumturquoise"> "Best you get dispose of those fragments, and forget about all this. Might not be good for your health to know details about a bomb that took out a Pirate Queen research facility, if you catch my drift."</span><br/><br/>Without waiting for him to reply, she turned back towards the cab and keyed the phone.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Giantprick,"</span>she muttered into the microphone.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Learned a bit about the bomb. I'm going to need to speak with whichever one of your people is in charge of your inventory of 'Bang Baby'. But <i>discretely</i>, so we don't tip off the bomber; just have them meet me somewhere, outside the club."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>