Sergeant Fellstar

[Blue41]

[A letter delivered by runner, who promptly pops down a grate once delivered]

Dear Boot,

Thought you might want to know. There are some unfamiliar faces in the Creep, and last night they returned with some goods in tow, stinking of oil and grease. Haven't seen what they've got in stock, but I know they are looking for a buyer, and they're not too picky about who. Could be that Cassella never gave up the smuggling business, and the attack was just an opportunity to move some goods into different hands.

Or something like that. Isn't investigation supposed to be your job?

[Attached is a flyer:]



JF

[Blue41]

Boot,

Got an offer I'd like to float by you. Haul me in however you like, but we should have a word. Sooner the better.

JF

[Rookie]

[This letter has been received, with a reply forthcoming.]

//Tough work week for me.  Will reply soon.