It’s usually not too difficult to find work on Alabaster 2 or any station for that matter. Companies tend to sabotage other companies, an organization needs something they (legally) can’t get themselves, or even the simple courier mission through a not-so-friendly region of space. However, work was coming up short and being snatched up by other teams like theirs.
“I’ll check to see if any bounties have come in,” Kleg offered while turning his forearm to gain access to a small screen presumably used for communications. They were still at Waypoint Alpha after hiring him into their team with a few more drinks since added to the table.
“Good idea,” Niko said while reaching for Kennith’s tablet. “I’ll stay here and do some research on potential leads.”
“I’ll hit up the bartender to find out if anything new popped up,” Kennith said while scooting out of the booth.
There wasn’t much Shoshannah couldn’t offer that the others weren’t doing already so she quietly looked across the room and watched the muted TV. A Corporation woman on the screen looked uninterested in whatever she was saying as images of what appears to be news appeared on the screen. With stock tickers continuing to scroll across the screen, an advertisement appeared for the mall showing new stores for apparel shopping. “Ugh,” she groaned. “How do you people live like this?”
“Hmm,” Niko said with curiosity, but it wasn’t in response to her. He had turned his attention to the TV as well. “Looks like C.U.R.E. is merging or possibly taking over Harp Industries. That’s worth looking into.”
He used Kennith’s tablet to find out more about this acquisition-in-progress. This must be recent news or insider information as there’s not much to find on the subject. Knowing that C.U.R.E. was the medical industry’s leading company in anti-virus and disease treatment as well as other pharmaceutical solutions, he turned his attention to Harp Industries.
Harp Industries was a small, logistics solutions company. They didn’t offer logistical services but rather provided the means necessary: engines, drive trains, and other propulsion-related methods for transporting virtually anything. Their portfolio ranged from vehicle frames with spherical wheels for civilians to large ionic engines for intrastellar spaceships for the military.
Niko contemplated allowed, “so are they interested in manufacturing their own transportation solutions across Haven for medical science?”
“I may have someone who can help answer that question,” Kleg responded to his rhetoric question. He asked for Kennith’s tablet’s ID and forwarded it a message. The message contained a bounty form:
Wanted: Dead or Alive
Target: Joshua Monson
Last Known: C.U.R.E. employee