{Snip}
> "Arm rebellions, why not really matter to me. Some say rebellions
>cause fleet police action. Police action make Fleet look bad. I think
>Fleet need no help to look bad. Ships like Maaason bring arms to sell.
>Cardie ships are middle men. Take to others who arm militias *and* local
>guvments. Play both sides. Good for business... yes?" the slug replies.
>
>> "Sometimes yes, sometimes no," t'Llhweiir said, allowing no reaction to
>the mention of the
>James Mason, which "Siena" should know nothing about.
>> "To whom are they selling?"
>>
> "Rebel and guvment faction in all ploice action. Stir pot of
>malcontent, humaaan say. 'course, Cardie Gul take cut of cargo. They
>sell to others." Shorty replied with a nasty looking smile.
>
>"Of course. What others?"
>
> "No this inf'mation cost you. How 'bout little ketchie kitchie with
>Siena chickie? Then tell more..."
>
>She smiled as if she might take him up on his suggestion. Then, she shook
>her head in disappointment. "No time this trip. However, perhaps this
>will satisfy you until then."
>
>She drew a latinum credit chit from a breast pocket and tossed it to his
>companion. The female's gasp of breath was enough for Shorty to roughly
>snatch it from her.
>
>Within a minute, t'Llhweiir and Fox were on their way. "Careful," she
>said quietly, " That was too simple."
>
>"My thoughts exactly, Boss," the spy replied.
>
>They entered another bar. It was empty. Even as t'Lhweiir reached fro
>her disruptor, she felt the sting of something pricking the back of her
>neck. She never felt her body's collapse to the floor.
>
>Now, she kept her eyes closed and laid without moving, trying to see if
>her sensitive hearing could detect anything.
>
She can see Fox laying next to her, very much in the same shape that she is in.
Down, unable to do much of anything, but not out.
A quick scna of her field of view also reveals a being that could be one of her
attackers. She recognizes him... he is one of Shorty's assoiciates. She hears...
"They were asking too many questions. Put them on ice for a bit. I will see just
how much the Fleetie Captain will pay for the information and for them."
"What about Shorty?", another replies.
"What about him? How is he going to know about this?"
"I'm just sayin' that he will not like this. For one they paid a good price for
the information- you know a deal is a deal, and two the male and Shorty have
connections. They go back a ways."
"You let me worry about that...."
Fox mouths so that Carrhae can read his lips, "Looks like I picked the wrong thug to
pay..."
{thoughts}
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