Jason sat in his personal lounge overlooking one of the main casino floors. He was sipping an old rare brew of beer that only the most exquisite clients were able to purchase. He of course could have it whenever he wanted. He looked out at the floor, it had been drying up for the past couple of days as more and more people who had previously been on leave within the Alliance forces in the legal but not so legal space were put back on duty. That meant that there wasn't the same level of profit to be had which wasn't good for business. What was good for business however were all these rumors of the artifact and the chaos it was causing in the underworld. He took his tablet and the window on front of him turned into a large screen showing a list of systems within Terminus where much of the underworld lay. There were some positions he frequented himself without being hired rather than simply flying around randomly and right now he was viewing the spots. He activated his communicator. "Alex.""'Chu want Jason?"

"Gather up and clean any intel on the Terminus sector going around. I want to know the best place for us to hold up that will give us a steady stream of business but not put us too close to any territorial disputes.""What about Omega?""Once again Alex, I am not orbiting Omega. We're typically left alone by the larger organisations I don't want to approach on their turf, not to mention where is the novelty of a flying Casino when there is a space station right beside you? No. I'm thinking somewhere with a nice planet with cheap accommodation. That way we can sucker people in and give the people on said planet a discount to sucker them in as well.""I'll get right on it, after this game.""You better."

He chuckled to himself slightly. Alex was loyal, could read people and was pretty good with judging the odds. Though he personally talked to everyone like they were arseholes so didn't have many friends. He didn't care, as long as someone did their job he'd be happy. He turned to his secretary, a woman who had stayed sitting in the corner of the room the whole time. Obviously one of his most loyal employees, . "Prepare the usual transmission for all our regular business partners however you do not need to send it yet." She merely nodded and left the room and he continued to look out the window, there were still ships coming and going however once they decided on a location to depart too they would stop incoming traffic, an hour after that they would kick everyone out for a full cleaning and after that was finished they would depart. He smiled as he took another sip from the beer bottle. He had read the articles about how he was uncivilized as was the entire operation. He felt it was quite the opposite, the organisation itself was quite well done. 

It wasn't his doing if people came aboard his vessel to commit sin, if he was going to hell for that anyway. Why not make a profit along the way?