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The Mag Force 7 Book 1 - Knights Of The Black Earth, The
Atec Февраль 16 2008 20:07:53
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"Twenty thousand, Bosk," said the stranger. "It's all yours. Today."
Bosk found his chair with the backs of his legs, sat down rather suddenly. Life up till now had been an endless lineup of jump-juice bottles, selling his favors in cheap bars and bathhouses, and dodging the local collection agency.
"I could go back to Adonia," he said, staring at the black chips.
"You could leave tonight, Bosk," said the stranger.
Bosk licked dry lips, took another drink, gulped it the wrong way, coughed. "What do you want?"
"You know," said the stranger. "You tried to sell it a couple of years ago. Bad timing. No market."
"Negative Waves." Bosk's gaze strayed to the computer.
The stranger nodded, closed the lid of the briefcase. The light seemed to go out of the room.
"Tell me about the project, Bosk. Tell me everything you can remember."
"Why do you want to know?" "Just to make sure we're talking about the same project." A mental hand was tugging at the coattails of Bosk's brain, trying to get his attention. But the jump-juice and the gold-stamped black chips combined to cause him to shoo it away.
"Yeah, sure," Bosk said. He reached for his glass, discovered it was empty, started to head for the bottle.
He found the stranger holding on to it. Bosk staggered back, blinked. He had no clear recollection of seeing the stranger move, yet the man was standing right in front of him
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