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. Mr. Moderator, I don't
understand how you got into this. You weren't there. That bus is not from your
city. I am not from your city. Whatever happened took place outside your city.
What is your connection with the matter?"
Mao leaned back and looked smug. Bozell said, "Hah!" then added, "Shall I
tell him, Mr. Moderator? Or will you?"
"I will tell him. In fact I shall enjoy telling him. Johnson, less than a
year ago the Council of this sovereign city made a very wise move. It extended
its jurisdiction to cover all surface and subsurface activity within one hundred
kilometers of the municipal pressure."
"And made the Vigilante Volunteers an official arm of the government,"
Bozell added happily, "charged with keeping the peace to the hundred-kilometer
line! And that fixes you, you murderer!"
Mao ignored the interruption. "So you see, Johnson, while you probably
thought that you were out in anarchist wilds, where the writ of law does not
run, in fact you were not. Your crimes will be punished."
(I wonder how soon someone will attempt a power grab like this out in the
Belt?) "These crimes of mine- Did they take place less than one hundred
kilometers from Hong Kong Luna? Or more?"
"Eh? Less. Considerably less. Of course."
"Who measured it?"
Mao looked at Bozell. "How far was it?"'
"About eighty kilometers. A little less
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