Eirtae chuckled to herself. Poor @#%$ shouldn't have trusted me with such valuable information, she said as she waltzed down the hall in the Palace on Jutraal. In her pocket, she had the ticket to her wildest dreams: wealth, prestige, and respect. And a ship! Her brown eyes flashed with hunger.

She threw the door to her apartment open and slammed it behind her, then locked the door. She emptied the bag in her pocket onto her desk and then slid the code card into an insulated cube. With this card, I'll hold the fate of an empire in my hands. She took a deep breath and took a moment to notice how she felt. Then she slid the cube into another container and stamped the address.

Eirtae was very confident that this code card would do its job. And if it didn't, there was a plan B. With a sly grin, she sent it off to the post.