| Time is of the essence, so I will keep this brief. I am the daughter of one of the most prominent industrialists in Caldari, the CEO of a large scrap metal recycling corporation, who was kidnapped while she was spending the holidays with her school friends. At the time of the kidnapping, she was in a low-security system known for its hedonistic nightclubs, which she was not supposed to be in. Apparently, the girls lied about where they were going to spend the holidays: they all told their parents another system in safe space.
Early this morning, we received a frantic call from the head of security. He told us that her friends had told us that when they all came out after a night at the bar, some menacing-looking men had grabbed her and thrown her into a car parked outside.
We had hoped that perhaps it was a prank or a misunderstanding, that perhaps the friends had seen something wrong or got it wrong, but all our fears had only been confirmed. A notorious group of slave traders had contacted us in a roundabout way. As proof, they had given us our daughter's DNA sequence. The sequence analysis had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that they had our daughter in their hands.
The kidnappers had given us a very short time to release her on their terms. They had threatened to sell her into slavery after that, and I don't even want to imagine what that meant. As I had expected, they were demanding a huge ransom in exchange for her life. Specifically, they were demanding our entire supply of the rarest and most expensive metal, quantrium. It is contained only in the ECM wiring of the Caldari Rook-class combat reconnaissance ships.
I need you to urgently transport this Quantrium to the designated station, where it will be transported to the rendezvous point with the slavers. From there, we will transport it ourselves.
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