Compounding Impressions on Arcadis

There is a clear conspiracy at foot at the Arcadis mining camp. After penetrating the OCP servers, I intercepted comms transmissions between Captain Jankovics and two other subordinate officers, Stanislav Baca and Nikola Kralova. Their discussions where alarmed and concerning myself. My request for an audience with Juliet has rustled the hornet's nest, and they appear to be mobilizing to intercept us while maintaining a low profile. While the officers seem to be in league, evidently the whole of the unit is not aware or involved in this corruption. And I do mean corruption, as this cadre of rouges not only are allies of the notorious pirate and terrorist Lunk Thunderchin, they were meaning to transfer my target to him upon his his imminent arrive to this very mining camp inside 48 hours.
 
My crew will be separating to gather as much intel as possible and prep the CSS Rising Shadow for departure. I have hacked the subsystems of the camp further with my neural comm and embedded a logic bomb into the shield generator. If I do not transmit a sentinel code by night fall tomorrow - the shield will be expanded indefinitely beyond the emitter's safety limiters in order to trigger an overload and collapse the shield dome entirely. I have notified the knight's men who've taken up station on the outskirts of the camp to attack when given the signal, that the signal will be obvious, and that I will be entering radio silence. Captain Jankovics appears to be looking into a different hack on his network, perhaps Mr. Oswald Smith has gained some manner of penetration into different systems. We'll have to compare notes later, but open communication - even encrypted - is too risky at the moment.
 
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My meeting with Captain Jankovics confirmed many of my suspicions. Through he attempted to keep his cards close to his chest, I've confirmed my target is in a low berth under his care and that at best only a dozen men men are part of his conspiracy. I played my part as a daft dilettante ham fistedly acting as a data broker, and my feigned incompetence lulled him into a false sense of security. By contrasting his answers to my seemingly inane questions to the comms logs and journal entries of the OCP security detail as I spoke with him. I should be forgiven for blowing my own horn, but I've done quite the commendable job I should say. I even managed to narrow down which block of habs the young lady is being held in, and these rubes are none the wiser.
 
I'm looking forward to a proper extraction op, this is a fine thing to exhilarate my old bones. Never again will I allow myself to be chained to a desk. I feel like I am for the first time, finally home. All that's left is to let site operator know to take shelter and plan the raid with my comrades.