| ID | labelString | styleUnsignedShort | nameString |
|---|
| 1 | qst701708_msg0001 | 84 | Bloody Lobsters, y'say? |
| 2 | qst701708_msg0002 | 84 | Of course I know the name. Merc group
from Coeia. Buncha crazy bastards, the
lot o' them. |
| 3 | qst701708_msg0003 | 84 | Assassinations, covert ops, you name it.
The sort who'd dig in the muck and
find blood, as my gran used to say. |
| 4 | qst701708_msg0004 | 84 | But your info's out of date, pals.
The Silent Specter left the Lobsters
about two years back. |
| 5 | qst701708_msg0005 | 84 | It was a real mess. They don't like
quitters, y'see. A lady friend of the
Specter got offed. Lotta people died. |
| 6 | qst701708_msg0006 | 84 | And the Specter disappeared. Well,
kinda. He runs a handyman business
now. Yeah, Gio. Wouldn'ta thunk it, eh? |
| 7 | qst701708_msg0007 | 84 | There. You helped me out before, so
I figured I owed you this much. |
| 8 | qst701708_msg0008 | 84 | Some friendly advice: be careful who
you deal with. Not everyone's as nice
as me. Remember that. |