You take the turbolift to Brian’s office. His secretary admits you promptly, and you sit down on a plush gravi-chair. “It is done” you say. With a nod, he takes out a credit chip and hands it to you. “Very well. In the future, we will contact you about missions through the computer here or at Kingfisher Station, but if we need anything really important, I will see you in the bar. Welcome aboard, <PN>.”
