Quatra’s face contorted when she saw the gun’s rent shape. “What did you…? Do you realize how hard those are to find?” She shook her head with a little irritated noise. “I’ll see what I can do. But that’s going on your tab.”
I gave her a grin as she vanished through the doorway.
A short while later there was a knock at the door, and a young man delivered the reports Quatra had mentioned. I could have linked with them and read electronically, but the new neural architecture had been giving me headaches when I tried that on the shuttle, so I just settled for using the visual display there on the table.
As I started looking through the information, I was again struck by how detailed Quatra’s intelligence reports were. She had information on not only the number of ships Maunhouser had sent
