Chapter 4Don Mathers laughed sarcastically. “How would you?” he said.
The fat tycoon scowled. “I am not jesting, Lieutenant Mathers. I never jest. I considered it, but for various reasons I do not believe it practical. Obviously, I am not of the military. It would be quite unusual if not impossible for me to gain such an award. But you are the pilot of a One Man Scout. I also lack the charisma. You are young, moderately handsome and have a certain air of dash about you. You would make a very popular holder of the Galactic Medal of Honour.”
Don said, disgust in his voice, “I’ve got just about as much chance of winning the Galactic Medal of Honour as I have of giving birth to triplets.”
The transportation and uranium magnate wiggled a disgustingly fat finger at him and said, “I’ll arrange
