-A dark shadow enters from the far door and fluidly moves into the light, sitting opposite the table before you. The woman is handsome, but none would call her beautiful. She moves with grace and has the posture of someone who is comfortable in combat. She leans towards you, looking you over, taking stock of you like an item-

"I'm Ms. Phaire and I understand that you want some.. questionable items moved off world. I can help you with that. I also understand that you would like them delivered to certain diplomats in the middle of Minmatar space. I can do that quickly and efficiently. Now, through my own efforts I have learned that the 'diplomats' are from Amarr, and that they are not the nice, peaceful type. My contacts also tell me that the product sealed in the cargo crate is a virulent strain of virus. I have to say that I am sorry. I cannot allow you to live. You are less than scum."

-A gun flashes from under the table and is leveled at you. A shot rings ou-