Dr. Tiberius slammed his fist down on the console. Those fools on Titan, they have no idea who they are dealing with!

Dr. Tiberius had just been dismissed from the colony board of directors and asked to leave the planet. While his passion was science and invention his operation was funded through less than savory operations. Apparently the council frowned on the salvaging of “lost” ships. Someone had talked and he would deal with them, but Titan would pay first.

Beep. The long range sensors on his ship picked up something. Dr. Tiberius glanced at the console and his eyes widened. Excellent, soon I’ll wipe those fools off the map and they’ll never even see it coming till it’s too late! He dialed up his computer to spool through a listing of agents he worked with.

Westiron. Dead.
Biff. Unavailable.
Thompson. In the pokey.

Beep. A face flashed up on the console that he hadn’t seen in a long time. Ahhh, now here’s just the gentleman for the job. He hit the call key and waited for an answer.