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"You ended up with the design," said the stranger.
"I ended up with it," Bosk said softly. "It was my chance, you see. My chance to get even. The night Ohme was murdered, all hell broke loose. Sagan's troops had the goddamn place surrounded. In the confusion, I raided Ohme's own personal computer. I downloaded, then destroyed, all the flies on the Negative Waves project. I'm the only person alive who's got them."
Bosk added the last with emphasis. He was watching the vidscreen with a smile on his face, felt emboldened enough to repeat himself. "I'm the only one."
The stranger nodded. "Yes, so I understand. You searched for backers to finance the project. But with the government collapsed and the new king taking over, no one was interested in spending a fortune on a weapon with such limited potential."
"Sagan was still alive," Bosk muttered.
"True, Warlord Sagan was still alive and had enemies. But by the time they might have been willing to invest, Derek Sagan had managed to get himself killed. He was the last of the Blood Royal--the only people Ohme's device was designed to destroy. The demand for your product went right down the toilet."
"Not the last of the Blood Royal," Bosk said, with a sly glance at the vidscreen. "Sagan wasn't the last. The king. Dion Staffire. He's the last." The stranger was nonplussed. "There could be others." "Sure, sure
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