Actaea

Franka ignored the small arms and nodded meaningfully at the screens. - To be honest, I expected a more meager selection. Yes, we can do business. I need to relay a message to the Kings – don't worry, it's not an official title, – she smiled. – And after they consult and give their approval, we can sit down and discuss the terms of the first delivery. I can say in advance that we will need models like these, – she pointed to the screen with the nuclear weapons. – As well as the equipment needed to operate them. Franka headed for the door and turned around halfway. - Oh yes, – she lowered her voice. – The Kings get nervous when they do business with intermediaries. So, for the first time, until working relationships are established and contacts are made, they would like to talk to the person in charge of the operation. Although you already know all the nuances in our field of activity. I will be available; I might stop somewhere until tomorrow; it shouldn't take much time.