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. What did we see while we were there? Well-armed soldiers on board a research vessel. Okay, it might make us curious. We might figure they're pirates or something, but we're outlaws ourselves. We're not likely to go running to the authorities."
"But we raided their computer--" Jamil protested.
"I erased all my tracks. They'll never be able to tell I was ever in there," said Rowan.
Jamil looked dubiously at Xris.
The cyborg took out a twist, nodded. "If she says she did, she did."
Jamil appeared satisfied.
"Any other questions? No? Then I guess it comes down to this: Do we go for it on Ceres? It's not," Xris added grimly, "going to be easy. You saw those guys on board the Canis Major. They're professionals. Fanatics. They're willing to kill for their cause and to die for it, as well. To make matters worse, the whole goddamn universe is out to get us, not them. I think we'll be damn lucky if any of us--including the king--come out of this alive. I want you all to know that, up front. And finally-- What?" he demanded. They all looked bored.
Jamil yawned. "Cut to the important part. How much does it pay?"
"The usual."
Jamil grunted. "I don't know. Those guys are awfully good--"
"All right, double."
"Your own personal account, not the corporation's," Tycho said.
Xris shook his head. He was trying to keep from smiling.
"My account
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