“I’ll allow it. Just don’t take long! You must get going as soon as possible. The situation is already delicate and is poised to get worse!
Vitality coughed with a wide open beak, tongue out. Light wondered if there might be a limit to what medical science was supposed to do, and that this elderly Chekeri was reaching that limit. Ruk took her another drink, of water this time, that she turned her nose up at.

“Yes yes, Seraphim will set you up with all the necessary equipment. It is imperative the Holophage does not make it off Veppecantel. You will use all means necessary to protect the galaxy, is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am. I think we understand. There are lot of conditions to this mission, and a lot of risk. What do we get out of it?” Light asked. This seemed in a totally different league to their regular FGC work.

Vitality laughed and coughed again. “You mean you’re not doing this from the goodness of your heart? No, of course not. Your arrangement with my organisation is one of necessity. We fix you up and this is how you repay me? Pah!...Well, I have none to offer you here, but on the planet? Well, let’s just say a little birdie told me of a bank vault with BILLIONS in gold and silver completely unguarded. The location is locked In Seraphim’s head. Help her complete her mission and she will tell you where it is. Do we have a deal?”