"Last nest soon.
Joined the escort run Tempestratos, light AA turret deilvery. Last time you'll shit from above, you useless puttane.
We were told a former opsec chief - and current idiot - Cassielle, will be there, ready to act the protector. Orders are to capture. Whatever gets me the location of the nest.
I remember Houou, years since that run. Strange Yak still. Seems entirely focused on practicing a very slight part of a movement, can barely see it. He used to obsess over some cut before. Seems even more of a vatjob now than back then. More chrome than human. Finally got what he wanted now, maybe.
I had to look into this pair we're escorting.
What I do have some concern about is the grande ragazza. She makes my skin crawl. Electricity. She kept smirking back at the HQ, and I swear I saw her index moving when nobody else was looking. Could hear static pops and saw many of my hair strands lifting slightly.
What a strange pair. Her fidanzato is stoico and no-nonsense, while she's playing silly bambina games.
These two rarely get their hands dirty working with us lowly runners. I heard they just mostly lock themselves up in that vault they call an office, booming orders now and then. One of the guards told me muffled storm sounds make it through the soundproofing at strange hours, followed by small quakes in the floor just outside the vault door.
It must be something important, to bring these two out in the open. Both probably out to take care of the traitor in person.
The allowed rumor about these two is the usual tech and augmentation. If it is, it must be good and well hidden. Nobody saw a sign of it, tech or astral scan. Only the strange scars. Maybe that's the limit.
It may be a holotrick, but that smirking donna alta... I saw clouds. When she was playing her pazza game, her hand, it looked like almost...
Athena, dammi la forza. I want this done.
Last feather, mia sorella. Our vendetta. I will finish what they started."