Joughin, Benning
Gordon Smith took a breath, remembered that no matter how terrible his sins were it was for the best cause. The only cause left in the universe for him, not that it mattered to anyone. He unpacked his sniper rifle, and attached the silencer. From the rooftop he took aim at the Turian politician far below. The Turian had just left the bank and appeared to be alone at first. Finger on the trigger, Gordon suddenly stopped. The guy's kid was with him. Once again Gordon remembered why he was doing this. He took the shot. Gordon packed up and left quickly, but his concern was not the authorities, he did not want to hear the screaming of the kid.
Tullos, Benning
Gordon walked into the designated bar and was waved over by his contact in the dark corner of the bar. Cautiously, Gordon approached the table.
"Good work. Here are the 8,000 credits plus another 1,000 for how quick you completed the job," the man paused for a moment, "You do fine work, perhaps I can interest you in taking another job from Cerberus?"
"No," Gordon stopped to make sure all the credits were there, "I have a policy of not working too long for any employer," without a second thought Gordon stood up and left. He had a freighter to catch at Tullos's port.
Tullos' Port, Benning
When Gordon arrived he noticed the freighter would be leaving soon. Taking care of avoiding security so his disassembled sniper rifle in his brief case was not found, he made his way over to the nearest terminal. Taking a deep breath, he thought of what he ought to write.
Hey Anna,
This message has to be short since I am in a hurry, I would had written a longer one if I had the time. With this message are more credits for your tuition, I hope you are doing well.
Love,
Your brother.