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03/06/10(Sat)03:03 No.8429892"Xepard-!" Hissed Ajli, before a warning glare from the Commander brought her back down. Despite everything, she reluctantly lowered her weapon, though all four eyes narrowed in hate at the synthmorph. "Specter. Gets the job done," Xepard stepped through the door, his eyes sweeping the server arrays- noting with slight satisfaction that the power was off. Hopefully the transhuman didn't have time to get to the data before him, "No friend of transhumans." "Yet, he personally weighed in and approved several licenses for transhuman individuals to come to Feros, on behalf of several companies, Kol, ERCS, Serrice, Haliat arm-" "Shell companies, or companies he's a major shareholder in," Butted in Garrus, still holding his pistol up, "As managed through Barla Von, and others in the shadow finances." "We know this," Xepard stepped across the room, taking hold of Garrus's pistol arm and pushing it down, "Hume, if you have nothing further to add to my investigation, I recommend you cease interfering with specter business and step aside, unless you have something to add?" "Yes. Most of the individuals were hired by a single hypercorp- none of them were eminently qualified. But strangely enough, there was a great deal of money spent for sleeves- er, how do I put this, bodies?" "Your people were running corpses?" "No, no, it's..." The transhuman stopped, cocked his head, as if waiting for a sound, before frowning, "Damn regulations. I wish I still had my muse. Look, it's not very important. What's interesting is that everyone of those sleeves, the vehicles, were biological." A pause. |