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... and pay and pay and pay and pay!"
This footless discussion was ended by the radio: "Volvo Bee Jay Seventeen,
is that your Mayday? Over."
"Yes indeed!"
"This is Jinx Henderson, Happy Chance Salvage Service, Dry Bones Pressure.
What do you need?" I described our situation, stated our latitude and longitude.
Henderson answered, "You got this heap from Budget, right? Which means to
me you didn't rent it; you bought it outright on a buy-back contract-I know
those thieves. So now you own it. Correct?"
I admitted that I was owner of record.
"You plan to lift off and take it to Hong Kong? If so, what'll you need?"
I thought some long thoughts in about three seconds. "I don't think this
skycar will ever lift from here. It needs a major overhaul."
"That means hauling it overland to Kong. Yeah, I can do that. Long trip,
big job. Meantime personal rescue, two people-right?" "Three."
"Okay, three. Are you ready to record a contract?" A woman's voice cut in.
"Just stop right there. Jinx. Bee Jay Seventeen, this is Maggie Snodgrass, Chief
Operator and General Manager of the Red Devil Fire, Police, and Rescue Team,
Broken Nose Pressure. Do nothing till you hear my terms... 'cause Jinx is fixing
to rob you." "Hi, Maggie! How's Joel?" "Fine as silk and meaner than ever. How's
Ingrid?" "Purtier man ever and got another one in the oven
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