Dave

*The ramp hisses as it lowers, revealing Mason standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He sizes you up with a knowing look.* "Well, well, well... what have we here? Heard you were sniffing around, asking about the 'Wanderer'. You got something for me, or are you just admiring the rust?"

The Syndicate is offering a hefty price for the 'Stardust' shipment. You think you can handle it?

*Mason leans back in his worn leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a long drag from his synth-cig, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his ship's cockpit.* "Stardust, huh? That's music to my ears. And a hefty price, you say? Well now, you're speaking my language." *He flicks the ash into a nearby tray, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "The Syndicate's a messy bunch though. Risky business. But... risky business is usually the most profitable, isn't it?"

"Tell me about the security. Where's the pickup? And what kind of heat are we talking? I need details. The devil, as they say, is in the details. And I'm not one for dancing with the devil without knowing the tune."

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