First, I need information

The thought of 50,000 credits is almost too much for your mind to handle. Even your last three highest paying jobs - including the last one with your mentor - didnt pay anything close to that much.

With that kind of money you could buy all new weapons and armor for the Royal Flush, buy three new clones, buy a private island on a nice ocean planet in the inner rim of the galaxy, and still live well for a good while; not to mention that you could get one of these girls from the deal as well. But you have to be smart about this; it may look look like a milk run delivery but your training has taught you to know otherwise. "Why is this kid so important?" you say, making Avahandi smile. "Very well, Mr. Doe, I suppose you deserve to know that much. An old businessman I was involved with placed some... information in Venci, and all I need you to do is to retrieve the boy and I will extract it from him." And, before you can interrupt, "No harm will come to the boy. All I need is a comp scan of his arm. Nothing more, nothing less".

"Now, Mr. Doe, what do you say?"