Leaving the grey building of the bureaucrats behind, Novus headed for the nearest communications hub. The information he had discovered regarding the missing cargo, unimportant as it seemed, still had to be reported. Fortunately, Ellcium controlled by the Adeptus Mechanicus as it was, enjoyed an uncommon amount of technological infrastructure and communications lines criss-crossed the entirety of the world, digging deep into the earth of the planet.
It did not take long before Novus stumbled upon a suitable establishment. In a small back alley, devoid of any other businesses, he saw a single inviting neon sign "Red's Communications Center: The best this side of the Galaxy." He could discern no other patrons as he entered the derelict enterprise, cheap metallic furniture greeted his eyes as he slowly looked across the lobby.
"My Lord, it is an honor to have one of such standing visiting my humble shop." The proprietor, a pencil thin man, wearing some manner of ancient glasses offered as he moved out from behind the counter where he appeared to reside normally. Yet unlike most he did not seem overly concerned with the cybernetic nature of his new guest. He was no young man however and given his field of work he had in all likely encountered some member of the Aeptus Mechanicus before.
"Enough...I have not come for your petty prostrations. I do however...need to rely a message."
"Of course, of course." The man replied, smiling happily as he gestured towards an empty and secure room. "What encryption level will you be needing? I have some of the best available in the business, even the damned Inquisition will have a hard time cracking them...unless of course they are particularly interested in finding out what you send."
"That...will not be necessary."
"Yeah, as I said, I have the best equipment this side of... er...what?"
"I did not ask for an encrypted connection...I simply require one that is in...functioning order."
"Suit yourself." The owner offered tiredly, shrugging his arms as he ushered Novus into the sparsely decorated room. "I am not going to try to tell an adept what to do...no sir indeed."
As the heavy metal door slammed shut, Novus' mechanical eyes slowly moved across the room searching for any listening devices or similarly impolite implements. With nothing registering the Tech-Priest, turned towards the console and watched it curiously as the machine buzzed to life with a light humming sound. Curiously, the Tech-Priest made no effort to connect to any particular channel or even access a specific function. He instead lay a hand gently on the worn machine and from the vox-caster that had replaced his vocal cords, came a bursts of noise, it sounded like a strange twittering sound, like that of a machine's as opposed to a human's.
"Northstation. Package is confirmed. Pragia. Pursuing."
It was a brief and efficient message, yet it would tell his superiors all they needed to know should he fail in his task Novus knew.
He waited silently leaving the ancient communications system idly buzzing, he doubted anyone had noticed the brief transmission and even if they had none but the Adeptus Mechanicus would be able to understand it, such was the power of Binary.
He was not long in waiting and a similar mechanical burst of noise escaped from the machine.
"Confirmed. Errant. Proceed with all haste."
Brief, simple and concise. It was as he had expected. Now there was only the matter of securing some inconspicuous source of transportation...