The out-fitter reflexively flicks his thumb, "Ingrates," he growls from between clenched teeth.
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Baltaar smiles generously, "They have always paid well in the past, that I am sure of," he smiles mischeiviously, "Of course if I knew who they were, I could then bypass the network entirely, and pocket the entire commission for myself, or us as it were ."
"You? Us? At this point what difference would that make," the out-fitter remarks.
Baltaar sighs, "But alas, if I were to know such things for certain, it could result in very dire consequences, for me."
The out-fitter narrows his eyes, "I am under-manned now, the processing is labor intense."
Baltaar seems to shrug, "I should have placed my hire on mercenaries, my money might have been better spent."
"Stabalized, Transport;" Baltaar makes a fist in front of himself as a new idea comes on, "Tell me this; How much tyliu can you produce in the stabilized form?"
"Stabalized Tylium?" the out-fitter conjectures, "Commander, if we work directly on it, we can produce a sample large enough for your perusal."