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. That skycar is
not abandoned; its owner is inside it this very minute. Before you can move it,
you must have a release from him... based on a recorded contract. If you don't
want to be reasonable, he can wait right here for my transporter, and never
abandon his property. No salvage, just cartage at hire... plus complimentary
transportation for the owner and his guests."
"Mr. What's-your-name, don't let Jinx fool you. He gets you and your car to
his pressure, he'll peel you like an onion, till there's nothing left of you but
the smell. I offer you a thousand crowns cash, right now, for that junk metal
you're sitting in."
Henderson countered, 'Two thousand, and I take you in to pressure. Don't
let her swindle you; there is more salvage than she's offering in your computer
alone."
I kept quiet while these two ghouls settled how they were carving us up.
When they had agreed, I agreed... with only nominal resistance. I objected that
the price had gone up and was much too high. Mistress Snodgrass said, 'Take it
or leave it." Jinx Henderson said, "I didn't get out of a warm bed to lose money
on a job."
I took it.
So we wore those silly shelf-worn suits, almost as gas tight as a wicker
basket. Gwen objected that Tree-San must not be exposed to vacuum. I told her to
shut up and not be silly; a few moments' exposure would not kill the little
maple-and we had run out of air, no choice
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