"Your primary objective is to destroy any productions facilities, eliminate or extradite anyone of importance involved in production, and if needed destroy any recipes or instructions on how to create it.  There is no way to guarantee production won't resume, but knock as many legs out as you can."  Mr. Johnson answered.  "I have no contacts on the station, but I know a pilot or two who can drop you off there if needed.  I also have a few ships you can borrow, just don't get them stolen.  Otherwise, the place has a bar, if you can call it that.  The owner likes to offer susceptible young women jobs offworld, then hit them with a bunch of fees.  They have to work it off, slinging drinks, dancing, worse.”  His mouth twisted in distaste.  “It wouldn't be hard to use that as cover, despite the risks involved.  Otherwise, I am sure there are entrance methods I haven't thought of."<br/><br/>"As for effectiveness, I don't know.  It is highly effective on humans, one or two victim have been non-human.  A half-elf and a lashunta.  It is doubtful it would do anything to one of your kind, but the analysis on what it may do to other races and species has yet to come in."  He answered, before turning his attention to Krysia.  "That is entirely what I expect, that's why I hired you."  He answered, not annoyed, but rather simply stating facts.  "I want individuals of great skill to do what an army couldn't.  Use your brain, improvise.  I don't expect you to gun down everyone.  Ideally, no one will even know you were involved."