Dec 09, 2007 23:36
Galadan is at what passes for his desk, scrolling through the dossiers from three different courier services.
Unfamiliar name, unfamiliar name, too well-recognized a name, unfamiliar name--
Ah. There.
People should be so much more careful while choosing vices in which to indulge.
The Wolflord sends a message to an associate of his, an older gentleman who works in shipping.
I have a package that needs rerouted to Beylix. If you could obtain the services of Gi Saeng, that would be much appreciated. He's proven reliable in the past.
--W
Then he sends the message, wiping it from memory using a set of commands he's learned from a certain individual at the end of the universe. Who says dead men possess nothing of value?
That accomplished, the Wolflord is free to pursue other matters--not least of which is assessing the security details for Senator Tam's upcoming press conference.
Galadan, it must be said, has a vested interest.
And in a few days, out on Beylix, a simple wooden tile embossed with the letter G will have found its way into the pocket of Gi Saeng.
It will be delivered.
And that, of course, will be when it gets messy.