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. "Oh, sorry, Xris. I'm with you, you know." He sat back down.
"Me, too," said Jamil gloomily. "I don't much like the idea of publicity, either."
Xris stared at him. "Why not? What have you got to lose?"
Jamil didn't immediately answer. He tugged irritably on his bandage. "Damn thing's too tight, Doc."
"Count yourself fortunate," Quong returned. "You could be wearing Raoul's petticoat. And do not loosen it! You will start the bleeding again."
Jamil scratched at the bandage, saw them all staring at him now. He gave an exasperated snort. "All right, if you must know, there's a couple of women on a couple of different planets who both think that, well, I'm married to each of them. It's all perfectly legal. Well, it's sort of legal. I do right by them both, mind you, but if one ever found out about the other ..." He shook his head gloomily.
"I am with you also," Tycho announced. "It has occurred to me that if I am a hunted criminal, I will not have to pay income taxes."
"That's because you won't have any income," Xris said dryly. "Things are going to be tough. We'll be spending most of our time dodging bounty hunters, the bureau, military police. With that kind of action, it's going to be difficult finding work."
"Nevertheless," said Tycho, "it would not do to break up the team. One for all, and damn the torpedoes."
By now Xris was smiling
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