<strong>Dropship Redoubt/Harlech Starport, March 6th</strong><br/><hr/>Stanislav kept a straight face while he took the snide remarks from Erich and Ranna. He knew fully well that they didn't like the<em>freeloaders</em>at all. Even so they hade more than earned their keep in the company over and over again. It was just no pleasing the inferior IS punks. Then again, he was pretty much alone in that mindset. Vanya couldn't be bothered to protest anymore, but she had a sort of respect for Erich, Ranna and Walter that stemmed from their experience and prowess. Coyote was actually a bit saddened that he couldn't fully integrate with the rest of the company. He certainly didn't enjoy being clumped together with Stanislav in everything they did.<br/><br/>"<strong>Aff Sir, aff Ma'am, IS stock it is!</strong>" Chzorda cracked his heels together twice, but kept his smile on. He turned back to the other two Clanners and walked off. "<strong>Would they like us to wear mittens as well? Father forbid the little sheep are challenged...</strong>"<br/><br/>Coyote opened his mouth as if to say something but fell silent with a single look from Stanislav. It was no use trying to interject.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>MRBC HQ, March 6th</strong><br/>"So you managed to finish it all over night? I'm impressed, it's almost like the old man himself."<br/><br/>Walter gave the clerk a tired smile. He had stayed up until early morning working with the paperwork and still gotten up at 0500 to zombie himself over to the MRBC to avoid the usual throng of people that stacked up around morning up until noon. Set an example my ass. When was the last time Erich made this trip to the bureaucracy factory? But that was just about all the contempt he could afford for the old geezer and Ranna. Without them he would have collapsed long ago.<br/><br/>"Hey Boston, how about you give me a few tipoffs? I got a new speedster from a recent raid in store, takes curves like a cheetah and purrs like one too."<br/><br/>The clerk gave a wide smile and ruffled through some files. "Sounds like a good cat. How about you leave her at the usual spot with the keys in at about lunch time?" He pulled out a few files and put them in front of Walter. "I'll let you in on the first bid on these three, ok? Last bid is at 2100 tonight, better have made up your mind by then."<br/><br/>Taking a look at them, Walter furrowed his brow a little. A near Periphery op for the FWL, no doubt running preemptive raids against the damned Marians. An escort job for ComStar, classified as usual, but with a mighty fine price tag. And finally a border patrol gig for the Lyrans. None really big, but all paying damned well compared to the work needed. He signed all three with a starting bid and handed them back. He would have to run the copies through the company before he placed a final bid tonight though. "Thanks, Boston, you'll have your cat by lunch time, guaranteed."