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. In all these years, Xris had never run across anyone as good as Dalin.
Slowly, reluctantly, the cyborg sat back down. Xris paused a moment to get his thoughts in order. It didn't take long. Not a day went by but that he didn't think about it. Wondering, trying to make sense of it.
"It was back during the days of the democracy. I was a Fed, a member of the bureau detailed to handle interplanetary crime. I don't know how much you know about the agency; probably quite a bit."
Wiedermann smiled, nodded. "The bureau hasn't changed all that much under the new regime. Cleaned up some, maybe. But basically the same."
"No reason it should change," Xris said. "They've got good people. We were good, most of us. Dedicated. Loyal. And if there was some corruption, hell, that's only to be expected in an organization that big. Of course, I didn't know at the rime that the whole damn government was corrupt, I from the president on down. Not that it would have made much difference, I guess. I did what I did for the bureau for my own reasons."
"And those were?"
Xris shrugged. Taking out the cigarette case, he held it in his hand, but didn't open it. He tapped it thoughtfully with a good finger.
"It's no big moral thing with me. Right. Wrong. Good. Bad. Ethics vary from planet to planet. On Adonia twenty years ago, it was legal to abandon a child for being ugly
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