The first person Max messaged was Hex, who was more than happy to pay him in advance for his old port. The next was to a supplier. One transfer of credits and he had a promise that a courier would bring it to the spot of his choosing tomorrow afternoon. From anyone else it would sound sketchy, but Max had known Spitz since they were both kids. They were practically brothers.

"He can get it to me tomorrow sometime after noon. Can I have it brought here?" he asked.