Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can handle the map.
But after the storm tided us off-mark,
to harvest it for a cut.
Strange method for an execution.
Juice.
My name is Cee.
in all my time in the Green.
It's where we lived with Mom.
You got a field kit?
No job too gritty.
Maybe bigger.
is what he was trying to do.
of these Fringeling crank teams.
You can make it.
Your offer is indeed generous,
Funny, I don't see any mercs.
Do you mind if I take a look?
Of course.
Do we have time for this?
There's one more thing.
The...
- Yeah, don't we all. - I told you,
You run fast and you don't stop.
Ah-ha.
Thank you.
Got pretty scrappy.
Hold it like you love it.
I can do it.
I am the gatekeeper to more wealth
Fancy.
Right here.
What is your name?
Damon. Here for the dig.
Done.
I whole-heartedly apologize for being late.
for a little bit more than the agreed upon price.
All Green Moon small craft must latch-queue for pickup.
- A twist. - Mm-hmm.
but pleasantries past, it's time to gut the fencer.
Here.
When it comes time to dig, I'll need you sharp.
or they will find something to take from you.
Channel zero, mute your mic, stay hidden.
It has been determined.
Two for flesh, four for bone.
We just burned out one of the gels.
No... throwers.
If anyone is out there,
- A drop pod, I reckon. - Yeah. A pod.
I don't know.
it's not good.