<hr/><strong>MedBay, Walter and Perkins with <em>Erich</em></strong><br/><hr/>"Well perhaps we didn't make it clear." Perkins watched the Doc walk out with a smile before turning back to Erich and stuffing a fine cigar in his hand. "For later, see, don't go smoking that while you are here. Got a whole box of them upstairs, you mentioned you liked Cardello's Green some months back, so I got a box for celebration once this op was over. Smell it until you go gree, just don't smoke it here in the bay." The smiled died away a little as him and Walter exchanged silently again. "What we mean is that the GDL payed us to hand the whole suit over to them and stiff the Dragoons with the scrap and Clanner. We offered them the whole deal, but I don't know, they probably find it funny or something to stick the scraps to Jaime while they get the good stuff. Don't ask me why, but Grayson was very specific with the details of the deal. If you got reservations, we'll cut it short right now."<br/><br/>Walter scoffed at Erich's comment and gave a shrug.<br/><br/>"I have nothing more to yell about. You made a decision. Even if I don't agree, it was your op and your choice. What we want to know now is if this deal has your support. I think it stinks a mile away, but I have to agree with Perkins that this will bring us some extra income as well as some good grace from the GDL. Leave it up to me and I'd push the scrap out the airlock and keep the Clanner for ourselves rather than give it over to Jaime's fucking dogs. It all comes down to another choice, Erich, and it hangs on you what we do."