"Hey, buddy." James Bond patted Thomas Wicken's face, waking him from his groggy sleep.
"Ah... you! You..." Thomas Wicken jolted awake. Once he saw who it was, he immediately began pleading again. "Please let me go... I just wanted to make a little money... I've told you everything I know... I don't know anything else!"
"Heh, little money?" James Bond sneered. "You could make enough from a single transaction to buy at least an advanced escort ship. If that counts as little money, how are salaried people like us supposed to survive?"
"Sir... sir... I'm willing to give you all the money! Every last credit! Just please let me go..." Thomas continued begging.
"You know, the Dawn Star System is very busy right now, and this storage room is meant for keeping repair equipment for holographic gaming machines. But from what I've observed, the people working here spend all day busy with work. Most of their breaks are spent drinking until they pass out, and when they open their eyes the next day, it's back to work. They have no time for much entertainment, and nobody would smash up a gaming machine. So this place is basically just a tool Kuat Drive Yards set up to advertise how great its employee benefits are." James Bond smiled.
Thomas Wicken nodded blankly.
"Think about it... Kuat Drive Yards will definitely advertise it: we even provide gaming machines for our employees! But in reality? The work pressure they impose is immense. With intense overtime every day, who has the energy to play games?" James Bond continued. "So all I need to do is leave you here. Your only outcome will be starving to death slowly. Believe me, it won't be pleasant... because you could spend at least a week suffering from hunger. Don't