Blackmail

Tap, tap, tap
[What are you doing?] The appendix asked Cerebrum, who was sitting in
McDonalds.
"I'm blackmailing Dr Keto via e-mail using the agency's equipment,
what do you think?" Cerebrum said arrogantly If I'm going to follow
their orders, I'm going to need some money, and I don't have a budget
anymore. The still only covers operating expenses. Oh yeah, take a
note for me, will you? I've got to have the mimes sabotage the next
load of alcohol we receive in order to maintain my outrageous alcohol
prices. I'm the only present supplier of alcohol on the Blue Dwarf,
and I intend to keep it that way. A monopoly is a lovely thing. That
answer your question?"
[Actually, I was wondering why you were using a typewriter to send an
e-mail message.]
Cerebrum looked down at what he had thought was a laptop. "Damnit,"
then shoved it aside and pulled out his PDA, and started tapping on
that. Soon, he had composed and sent a message. Once that was done,
he snapped his fingers in the air.
"Waiter, waiter," he shouted. "Bring me a bottle of a good red wine.
Jeez, the service here is terrible."
On Dr Keto's computer, the message appeared
Dear Dr Keto, this Dr Cerebrum. How are you? I am fine, thank you.
The attachment to this message is a digital recording that shows that
you have comited several different crimes, some of which are
punishable by death, according to space law. Please pay me twenty
thousand dollarpounds by the end of the week, or I'll go see how much
the captain wants to pay for it. Have a nice day. Sincercely, Dr
Cerebrum.