Hacked the spaceport

[//encrypted// Susi - Frank - 15 Orion 2089: 20:13 //encrypted//]

Since you won't fucking answer, I didn't know if you were coming back today. So if you were stuck in orbit for an hour or so, that was me. I hacked the spaceport looking for your departure logs. Had to make it look natural so I took out the power too. But it looks like you already covered your tracks, and I don't fucking get it. Wasn't it a legit space drop? Which fucker sent you out there?

Business District was quieter today. But guess who was on every screen? Fucking Jones. I swear that greasy fucker was hiding his shiner behind Comglasses: “We believe that more regulation is needed for cybernetics, bionics, and facial enhancements.” Fuck me. Sanctimonious prick. He better not be giving me the run around.

Speaking of, your so-called friend turned up again today. If you ever feel like replying it would be nice to know if I should put this fucker down or not. He said his name’s Joe. Black hair, stubble, fat ass nose, and augmentations in his face. He found me back at Ahmed's again. Bastard is lucky I was charging the LZar. Tibo was no help whatsoever. Seems to like the guy. I'm not about to trust some random stranger, even if the robot likes him.

“Joe”, if that's his actual fucking name, said he had evidence about where you were. Tried to take me off to fuck knows where until Ahmed threatened to shoot him on my behalf. He scarpered.