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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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." Bosk staggered to his feet. His unsteady hand knocked his glass to the floor. "What do you take me for? A brain-rotted old queen, too juiced to know who I'm climbing in bed with? This is big. Really big. Bigger than twenty thousand fuckin' eagles. I'll go back to Adonia. I'll go back in style. No more hanging around the Laskar bars, letting guys like you in your expensive suits think you're doin' me some big honor by rubbing your ass against mine, then throwin' me out the next morning like I was too filthy to live. You need me, damn it. You need me and I want my share or I'll ... I'll ..."
"You'll what, Bosk?" asked the stranger calmly.
Bosk realized too late that he'd gone too far. Fear knotted his belly, sent the gastric juices surging up, bile-bitter and burning, into his throat. His jaws ached; saliva flooded his mouth. He was afraid he might vomit.
He swallowed several times. Sweat, cold and clammy, chilled on his body, made him shiver.
"'Tll find other buyers." He decided to bluff it out.
The stranger considered, said gravely, "Very well, Bosk. We'll meet your price. Just think of this as a down payment." He patted the briefcase.
Bosk didn't like it. The guy had given in far too quickly. Still, the Adonian reflected, I have got him by the short hairs.
"You'll need a technical adviser." Bosk slurred his words. The shivering fear caused a tremor in his right leg
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