Ianthe watched and listened in silence, her polite smile fading into a more pensive expression. When Giantprick finished, she asked him, with her eyes still on the monitor,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Who benefits, from war between the Syndicate and the Pirate Queen? Any unusually ambitious lieutenants in either of your organizations, who might see themselves filling a leadership void left if you or your counterpart are eliminated in the fighting? Any <i>other</i> organizations, that may have designs on this world?"</span><br/><br/>She paused only briefly, before more questions fell from her lips.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"You mentioned that the blast, if not the initial raid, was a professional job. Do you have any access to fragments from the bomb? It might help to identify the bomber, which might help identify who hired him."</span>Her thoughts went to the Grey driver, Vladsti Harddick, whose mind had betrayed some past expertise with explosives; while<i>she</i>didn't possess the technical expertise to conduct a forensic analysis of a bomb, he might.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And,"</span>she added, as an apologetic afterthought,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"there is the matter of my fee."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>