Snippet #767

The choppers arrived, the first ones hovering in a holding pattern near the Company’s main building. A message was sent, the contents simple. “This is Trantor. We request an audience, about the registration. We wish to enchance your work, and increase your hunter’s productivity.” The message was clear, as the choppers flew, their fuel supplies full for now. Hopefully someone would get the message, and allow them a landing area for the diplomatic and economic forces would arrive.

“Sir…” the pilot of the chopper said to their leader, “WE have a message from a Vampire front…”

“Patch it through, I need to know who opposes this.” The Message was clear and frank. “Freaking vampires..” he said, “What next, comparing themselves to religious minorities, freaking lifesuckers… but must…” the man stopped, adjusting his hat, “Wake up, and get ready to land you bums..” he barked, “We are going to be landing soon, so get ready, and prepare for possible terroristic activity. Get your backups in now, before they jam us…” He would be ready, oh yes..”