Well, we have our investors behind us again. Now we need to make a big splash in the press.
I've hired us out as couriers for a Creeth diplomat. There is a temporary cease-fire between the Golbwerians and the Creethlings.
You've sold Captain Tagon on the idea?
He liked it. There won't be any shooting involved. We're just a high-speed taxi.
It sounds simple enough.
What could go wrong?
Tomorrow. . .
Sign:Diplomatic Pouch of Doom
She was not asking you.