Carmilla sat in the Grill tapping away on her datatablet, working on a blue print when the mail arrived with a gentle chime. It was from a recognised agent of the Blood Raiders, instinct was to delete it, but she opened it. The page was full of the number 3.
After a few moments debating she posted a mail off to William, picked up her bag and ran to the docking bays. Her prowler was there, a little more dented than usual, but then her crew had had to run a cargo delivery mission in a low-sec system. She would ask them about it, but first she had to go to her sanctuary.
The last anyone saw of Carmilla was on the security camera boarding the Prowler which was docked in her docking bay. An hour later her own Prowler returned. But by then it was too late.