Justin and Krieger were waiting on the catwalk above the cargo bay aboard the Osiris. Justin was peering intently in to his bosses eyes, trying to see if there was any difference between these brand new Carl Zeiss eyes she just recently had installed and her previous Leica manufactured eyes.

'I can't see any difference, to be honest these look way better. More like real eyes.' He stated as he backed away. 'The iris colour looks a touch different though.'

'Yep, Zeiss are using some new DNA matching method and some weird colour process that replicates the colour perfectly.' Krieger replied.

'You never wanted a different colour?'

'Nope. The first set of eyes I had that Bishop installed were awful. They didn't work right and they looked like creepy dolls eyes. The pupil never dilated or constricted properly and sometimes you couldn't even blink with them, so I was walking around all stare-y and shit.'

'Well I never had that problem.' Justin shrugged. 'Mine are still real.'

'Yeah I forget you're nearly all human and barely augmented.'

'Never fancied it, even when I was back in the service. Whatever, anything I should know about these new peepers?' Justin asked as he wanted to update his medical records on Krieger with his own notes.

'Not really. The clinic should have sent you over all the specs along with the safe back ups for me and Ronson before our update.'

'Yeah I got those I just haven't got round to reading them yet. You're both feeling okay though?'

'I guess so. Chris was feeling a ropey after but he slept the rest of that day and he seems to be fine now.' Krieger said. 'He should be here soon if you wanna quiz him?'

Justin shook his head.

'Nah it's fine. Why are we waiting for him anyway?'

'We got a last minute cargo run to Pacifica. He's escorting an all electric, refurbished VW camper van from Leroy's. Some guy on Pacifica found out Leroy had a knackered one in his yard and requested he fix it up. Paid a lot of money for it actually.'

'And we're delivering it to him?' Justin said sounding a little confused, Krieger picked up on this and raised an eyebrow.

'Yes. We're a reliable delivery company Justin.' Krieger said in all seriousness.

'How much is it worth?'

Krieger grinned at him, she knew exactly what he was doing.

'Ninety thousand creds for the van, a good chunk of that is actually profit for Leroy. We're getting twenty five thousand just to get it to Galleria in one piece.'

Justin pursed his lips in to an odd grin and left Krieger chuckling away on the catwalk as he made his way downstairs to wait by the cargo bay door. Sure enough in the distance, he could see a recovery truck with a distinct VW camper van shape on the flatbed on the back. Ronson wasn't in the trucks cab but was riding on the flatbed instead, ready to take a shot at anyone who would dare fire a round or chuck something at the freshly refurbished and incredibly expensive van. And there were plenty of idiots on New Edo who would do such a thing.

'He's here now boss!' Justin shouted up to Krieger.

Twenty minutes later, the van had been unloaded off the recovery truck and was safely nestled in the cargo bay. Krieger had called everyone in to help make sure absolutely everything in the cargo bay was properly secured.

'I want straps around everything too, not just grav-mags. That's a seventy grand fun bus I am not footing the fucking repair bill if it gets damaged by summat not tied down right!'

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Krieger set about securing the van along with Ronson. They used two extra heavy duty grav-mags and a bunch of thick ratchet straps that would normally be used to strap down massive logs on a wagon trailer. This van was not going anywhere, in fact it wasn't even going to rock during its trip to Galleria.

Their flight to Galleria was standard and would take around five or six hours at a decent pace. Just before the ship was put in to autopilot, Zeke made an announcement to Krieger.

'Captain, there's a call coming through for you on a heavily encrypted channel. I cannot determine any information what-so-ever. Shall I answer for you?'

'Sure thing, just let me know what it is.'

'A moment please.'

A few of the crew had turned in to their seats to look at their Captain wondering who could be calling. Krieger just shrugged her shoulders in reply. Her attention was soon occupied by Zeke talking to her through her neuralmod on a private line.

'Cas, I have been informed that this is a call from the office of Ethan Müller. He wishes to speak to you personally.'

Krieger tried to act as natural as possible as she conversed with Zeke in her head.

'Have they stated their purpose, why he wants to speak to me personally?'

'No Captain.'

'Oh God I wonder if they know about the Galaxy Police summoning me and Ronson.'

'I'm not sure of that, nor can I determine it.'

'I could be an arsehole and get you to tell them I'm in the bath washing me hair.'

'If you'd rather not speak Cas I can tell them you're not interested or are occupied elsewhere?'

'No, no need Zeke I'll take the call. Can you record and monitor the call and run the IDS for me?'

'Of course Cas. Is your Personal Active Detection system running?'

'Always Zeke.'

'Okay Captain. Putting the call through now.'

Krieger looked across the bridge at the rest of her crew mates who were busy with their own business at their stations. She continued trying to look as natural as possible as she continued to take this private call in her head. She could hear an odd static sound as the line crackled in to life, before seemingly tuning in to clarity.

'Ms. Krieger this is Ethan Müller, leader of the OWLF are you receiving me?'

Krieger was not happy that this jackass had the audacity to call her personally. Müller was the most wanted person in the entire galaxy and he wanted to talk to her directly for some reason. She decided to err on the side of caution and try not to antagonise this guy, or give him anything really. She wanted to remain neutral even though she though Müller would have a go at her as she had actually killed many of his OWLF minions. And he called her Ms. Too, she hated that. She didn't work her way through the military ranks to be called Ms. Even though she was no longer military, she was still the Captain of a ship.

'It's Captain Krieger. And yes Mr. Müller I hear you. How may I assist you?'

'My apologies. But to the point, I like that. I'll get straight to the point myself. I would like to hire you and your partner to be part of my personal guard as I'm due to travel off world soon. Is this something you would be interested in?'

Krieger had to take a moment to breath and compose herself before she replied.

'It's a possibility. Of course I'd have to ask for more information and confer with my partner.'

'Oh of course. I can have my P.A. send you all the information you need including what I'm offering regarding pay. A lot of security and mercenary groups have turned my offers down and to be honest, I probably should have contacted you first as you seem more reliable than a regular PMC.'

Krieger could have laughed at that remark. PMC's could be incredibly reliable. The reason why they all rejected Müllers offers was because they didn't want to be taking orders from a psychotic terrorist group leader, whos followers frequently suicide bombed themselves. Krieger would concur with those PMC's, but she figured the Galaxy Police hadn't brought any of them in for a little chat about slotting Müller once and for all.

'Okay, you can send through the info.'

'My P.A. can wire you the details now to your personal inbox if you wish?'

'No.' Krieger stopped herself from blurting that out. 'I would rather you send it to the company inbox. I hope you understand why.'

'I understand. You're a smart and cautious woman, more traits I find appealing.'

Krieger didn't know what to say to that. If he was trying to flatter her, it wasn't working. If anything it was making her feel like she was about to throw up in her mouth. All of this was from his voice and the way he spoke, the funny thing about it all was the fact that a lot of people outside the OWLF; didn't really know what Müller actually looked like.

'Okay Mr. Müller, I await your correspondence. I must apologise as we're currently travelling right now and we're about to go through a gate.'

'Of course. Thank you for taking my call. Safe travels.'

Krieger wanted to take a shower in acid. She felt quite uncomfortable after speaking to Müller and was biding her time till the ship was safely through the gate so she could talk to Ronson away from everyone else, mainly so she could have a slight meltdown without them seeing. Soon enough, Zeke had made her aware that the Osiris email account had just received a new message and that he was going to scan the entire email for anything nasty. No chances would be taken at all when it came to anything regarding the OWLF and Ethan Müller.