9-337: Pristine, Mine Site One, Roadside of Mine Road 2
“Alright, so before I worked here I used to supply the mine with these seismic sensor units. They’d arrive off a ship in Clement Basin, I’d pick ’em up, bring ’em out here and set ’em up.
“Then I’d kick the useless piles of lizard spit a few times and try and figure out why they weren’t working – typical useless Industrial Bureau garbage.”
Cagnotti reaches up and removes the goggles he was wearing to drive the skidoo, making him look more human.
“So one Cycle I’ve got my head in one pokin’ around when a voice asks me if ‘I’ve tried clearing the comms buffer?’
“So he pokes his head in and in a couple of Moments he has the thing running. I give him 100 Money and ask him to teach me what he did and then we go have a beer.
“So when I got a proper job here instead of being delivery boy for junk machinery, I used to see him occasionally. We’d catch up and I slung him some tech work every now and then.”
Behind Cagnotti, the Crawler door opens, Chris exits holding his shotgun.
Cagnotti continues, “Anyway, this last visit, last time I saw him. He comes by, says he’s going away for a while, and can I look after his ride?”
He appears to remember Oliver’s actual question at the end of the story, “He never said where he was going, just ‘away’.”
“Contract equals Patron…” Oliver mutters under his breath.
“Argyle’s a wanted terrorist who recently caused the deaths of four Legionnaires. If you have or discover any further information about him I’d request you supply it now or report it to the PSO here.” He’ll turn to the PSO. “If such information does come forth, I would like it to be sent to planetary defence, please.”
Oliver pauses and thinks. “He didn’t mention when he would be back? Did you see him leave the site when he said goodbye?”