The f🙂ck, Frank?

[//encrypted// Susi - Frank - 12 Orion 2089: 21:09 //encrypted//]

Ignoring your own sister? The fuck, Frank? Fine I'm going to bombard you with messages every fucking day until you turn up back here.

Ran distraction with Tibo early this morning, but half the dumb fucks were too strung out to even notice a robot, never mind their missing credits. Still, breakfast at Ahmed's was about to be as good as ever until some other dumb fuck interrupted. Said he's a friend of yours. I told him you ain't got no friends, only me. But I don't know man, he said he drinks with you at Corsa. I was starting to think he might not be full of shit but then he said he had something to show me. Like I haven't heard that one before. He was pretty insistent but left sharpish with my gun pressed into his balls.

If only that was the only arsehole I had to deal with today.

Yeah, credits are low. I tried to call in one of your clients so we headed up to Level 2, Business District, to find V. That fat suited fucker wouldn't talk to me at first. Said he didn't recognise the robot. Then he changed his tune. Said I must have robbed Tibo. Glad I took the robot with me. He tasered the bullshitter before I'd even unclipped. Tibo’s ruthless. Anyway, V’s dead. Looks like you being the face of the operation means I don't fucking exist. I'll have to find some shitty jobs to tide me over till you get back.

But those protests Jones and his do-gooding crew were organising outside Proteus Industries have stopped. Bit weird don't you think? You give Jones the data to take Proteus down, and the same day, security fuck with us. There's no way Jones wasn't involved in that shit. And your other clients don't know who the fuck I am. But I met fucking Jones. Come on Frank, piece it together dumbass. You know I'm right.

So when are you coming back with OUR ship Frank?