Moebius frowned at the note, on one hand it appeared to be offereing help, yet on the other it appeared to be threatening. He tapped the letter absentmindedly in the palm of his hand and without really addressing either Brandon or Darkspade he spoke in the manner of one speaking his thoughts aloud to try and get things straight in his head.

"Now why would they approach Charon? Why not approach me directly? Why not Darkspade? We both have sufficient funds to buy out the shares they require....."

Spade seemed to have lost interest again and almost absentmindedly blurted out...

"How'd they know about Gunthers mullet and Crimson actually? The letter is kind of tailored to appeal to Charon, they know her well enough to know she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to turn up."

Brandon was twirling a lock of hair between his fingers apparently lost in thought.

"Charon owns and runs Wraith with the help of the Technocracy, why would she even need to have anything to do with the NSA? In fact, how come we haven't heard of them up until now? Surely Wraith would have had dealings with them by now?"

Moebius read through the letter again.

"I'm going to turn up for this meeting, however, I think I may need some assistance."

He looked over at Brandon and Darkspade. Spade was fishing around with his hand in the bottom of a jellybean jar an intense look of concentration on his face. He slowly became aware that the two men were looking at him and put the jar down.

"What type of assistance exactly?"

Moebius spoke to Brandon first.

"Contact Wraith and find out whether they have anything on this Jones guy or the NSA, I want to know if there is a direct link between them and Charon. See if they'd be willing to lend us a couple of bodies."

Brandon nodded and immediately disappeared up the basement steps. Moebius now looked at Darkspade.

"You know Charon probably better than anyone else..."

Darkspade interrupted him.

"Hold on. I barely know her, she drives me nuts and there are barely five minutes go by when we don't want to hurt, kill or maim each other in some way shape or form!"

Moebius looked at him calmly.

"Exactly. You are both predictably unpredictable. It take one to know on, so you are perfectly placed to take a guess at why the NSA are approaching Charon over any other wrestler?"

Darkspade shrugged.

"We've had our problems but Charon is powerful, not in the same way I am but in a different way. People listen to her when she has something important to say, people beleive in her because she beleives in family first and foremost above all else. Look at what I've done, look at what we've done to each other but despite all that she still sends me a fathers day card every damned year and its always got pinks flowers all over it....."

He almost pouted as he trailed the sentence off.