A perfect chance to field-test Honeybun. Let him build combat experience against real threats in a controlled environment, somewhere the danger won't be high. A C-Rank is exactly the right difficulty to let him cut his teeth without any real risk.
"Sure, why not," Moon said. "I'll take it. When do they want me?"
"That's my boy. I'll lock it in and send you the details. And Moon, keep an eye on the roster for this one. Word is the Association's been seeding some of their favored young talents into gates lately in order to increase competition. You might not be the only rising star on the team."
Moon's interest sharpened.
"Is that so?"
"Just a heads up. Play nice... or don't. Either way, i'm sure you will do just fine."
Moon smiled. "Thanks, Tom. See you later."
A few minutes later, Moon's phone buzzed. Tom's message arrived complete with the gate's location, the designated time slot, and a VIP orbital shuttle pass attached.
Moon gave it a quick scan, then pocketed the phone.
