Triggerfinger's Ultimatum

"This message is intended for *static distortion*-Crey. If it is not reaching her ears, you have my apologies for the waste of a good Monday morning: right, it's Monday, there is no such thing."

"My name is Triggerfinger. You're a busy woman, and I have work to do. So I'm glad to keep this professional. During an undisclosed raid on Safehouse Sigma-Six, location Independence Port, you were subdued and rendered unconscious. I'm sure you remember the headache. In the summary looting and destruction of Sigma-Six, I don't doubt there is some curiosity as to what I, personally, claimed out of it."

"Brainwave patterns, psychic signature, and DNA, among a laundry list of other things that are your...personal, property. I was looking for something: after all, those grey-matter nanites are top of the market, and it's only natural that the secure control of them is the best of the best, accessed by you alone, for your own protection. Needless to say, it took me a bit."

"So. You have forty-eight hours to drop the bounty. Forty-eight hours to deliver the bounty payment to the ADTF. Forty-eight hours, before your own nanites give you a lobotomy."

"You know what I did. Now you know what I want."