RedDwarf: Been intercepting messages. Decrypting. Solving.
RedDwarf: Putting it all together.
RedDwarf: Until I finally got a lead from a couple of benefactors.
WhiteDwarf: Who would that be?
RedDwarf: Don't know. Anonymous, they work through proxies and untraceable comms, but the intel one of them sent me was good, even if her sense of humor is sick and awful.
Neutron: And they helped you set the objective of finding that file.
RedDwarf: Sure did. One of them told me what I needed to know.
RedDwarf: I got there, got into the vault, and got the file.
RedDwarf: Now the vault is ash and slag, and the Company thinks I was there to do reverse insurance fraud.
WhiteDwarf: Deceptive, yet explosive. I admire a ninja-like technique.

RedDwarf: That station, someone aboard had been monitoring them.
RedDwarf: The prime candidate.
RedGiant: And... that's the person the Company will try to bring into the project, right?
RedDwarf: Sure is. But they can't get at them. Not sure why.
WhiteDwarf: And you believe, then, that we have a better chance to do so?
RedDwarf: I think we don't got a choice. It's this, or their project pays off.
Neutron: It's a forced objective.
RedDwarf: That's why I need to tell you all. There's nobody else I can trust with this.
RedDwarf: I need you to help me stop this.
RedDwarf: It's a lot to ask. And it's gonna be a lot of danger.
RedDwarf: But I have to do this.
RedDwarf: I have to.