No more dives for Starlequin, not for a while. Meatspace was getting hot enough as it was, and he had a feeling if he didn't want to end up as a drooling slab of bacon like some of his colleagues (or wrongfully arrested like some others) he'd need all his engines firing without the all the distractions that Chiba City had to offer. His fingers flew over the keyboards, stopping only when the mail notification flag popped up. Star called up his mail client and a smile crept over his face as he read the message's contents. Finally, someone else was showing a little initiative. He shrugged a little as he considered the offer. Starlequin didn't really have any reason to suspect MCsc, but clearly someone else did. Besides, the man had already gunned for him twice. The kilted wonder had already overstayed his usefulness on the project, as far as Starlequin was concerned.