Most crews have ex-employees, especially delivery mules, who have scores to settle. These come in handy and Pat scooped them up as soon as they were a...ailable. Pat controlled his crew just like Governments, and like them, had spies all over the place. Each spy had his own job and reported any new info they come across, for which they were paid. Most of it was just useless rubbish, relayed just to get some cash, but every now and then, they were useful. This would be one of them. The blond had a short white button-down blouse on and was clearly wearing nothing beneath this for the dark outline of her nipples was clearly visible through the thin material. Her legs were encased in those ultra tight leggings, also in white, that the youths of today seem to favour; the clear lack of any form of 'panty-line' seemed to indicate that she was wearing nothing beneath those leggings either. The other girl's stomach was bare while her impressive breasts wobbled about like two. You must have had a very good reason." Thank you. I had and no doubt you'll hear the gossip soon. Basically my son took a considerable bribe to use certain components on that tender you were working on. Well, yesterday we won the contract based on your original document not Mark's, and by the way I thank you for an excellent job. This morning, the supplier of the cheaper components rang. Mark was out so I took the call. He had heard about our success and wanted to know when he could expect his. She realized that her name didn't sound quite right, and eventually realized it was because her name was actually Aram, not Arma. "Hmm." She tried using the Field to communicate with her AI system on AC2, but didn't have any luck. However, she could feel something at the edge of her perception, just out of reach, that seemed to call to her in a new, yet familiar way. She tried reaching for it again, but after a few moments of failing to make contact with whatever it was, she shrugged it off.