Lucid and Benat pick out a piece of junk from the ship, a comptoner ,which we will claim to be a Cond-toner, which Tones the condensation, increasing the condensation efficiency by 13%. (An ice cream maker)
She wears a black turtle neck and jorts, trying to get a Elizabeth Holmes typa look. Like if Elizabeth Holmes cut her jeans so short that you can just barely see her butt cheeks. Peter is her lawyer, and Alanna is the accountant. We are going to sell this product to Vapetech to try and scope them out, and hopefully distract them from Benat's infiltration. Alanna is in a business Skant.
"We don't do appointments"
"Considering the conditions under which we left our previous arrangement, we weren't quite able to call ahead and set an appointment as such."
We are told to wait 2 hours for our meeting, and we retrieve some shitty soy-caf.
While we are there, Peter uses jack of all trades to do a spot of Recon.
Lucid tries to do a rousing explanation of her device, but unfortunately they did bring the engineers into the meeting, who ask some very good questions that lucid fails to answer meaningfully. But she does at least convince people in the room that she believes her own shit. A ridiculous Nepo-Baby essentially. They are escorted politely out, and Peter is able to get a good look at all of the positions and places for Benat's infiltration.
Benat crat on his roll and is doing fantastic. At the computer core, he called Lucid up for some remote IT support. And she fucks it. He barely escapes with terabytes of lobster porn. We plan to blackmail the guy who had it to prevent the cannae clause.
We send him an email from [email protected] threateneing to expose him. We attach a video of lobsters boiling. these lobsters have the distinct knotch in their tail.
On second thought, Benat does recall seeing a fish tank in the quarters. With lobsters. And crabs. And shrimps.