You pass over the credits to Emma, explaining to her that they are the apology donation. She dips a nod, sticking them into her wallet with a, "I'll head to Guardian Central HQ and deposit it there in the morning, Phebe."
"And yeah...that was painful to watch." Emma shakes her head, "And he's not easy to intimidate like the Pontifex...man walks around with no gun for a reason, I guess."
William scowls, tossing a wad of bills over to Emma as well. "SEED, I've paid for more widows and orphans than I've made. I need to get like, a discount or something. Like the commercial ships do -- kill two Guardians, the third is free!" He shakes his head, rising up and pulling a document from his pocket, tossing it over to you. "Here! Happy Birthday."
"Wh-what?" You stutter, confused. "I don't have a--" Its the deed to the bar, one Michael's Public House. The Bartender's eyes go wide, but he doesn't say anything, rubbing at his forehead. You assume he's Michael.
"Damages have already been paid for. Our new friend there is going to make this place Warmachine accessible...as for that, when you recover from this, radio your orders. Emma mentioned something about new recruits and laborers? We haven't got the 'factory' set up yet." William leans over on the bar, snagging one of the intact bottles of vodka, "Didn't you say you were going to get permission to start using SEED supplies?"
"Working on it. Where are you setting your Warmachines, anyways?" You change the topic, still confused about the deed.
"We've got a barracks set up in a warehouse, right next to the smuggler's pad we use. We're setting up our Warmachine factory nearby that. I've been buying up all the property I can find around that section, to give us better control."