“Of course,” Kyrshaw replied and gestured to kill the feed.
“Friendly fellow,” Curdloe commented to Alex.
“Psychotic, more accurately,” Kyrshaw corrected. “But Zames had the ships I wanted before and seems to again. Gloria, are you ready?”
On another screen, Gloria nodded. “The Essta’s ready, as are your teams. Just—” she shot a glance at Alex, then rethought what she wanted to say. “Just be careful,” she said. “Your psychotic friend looks unsteady. And that’s the worst kind of arms dealer.”
The negotiation team consisted of Kyrshaw and Curdloe, with Alex along to check the mechanicals of any ships we inspected, and, of course, I joined as the brute force. We flew over in one of the small raiders Kyrshaw had brought to Quatra, mainly because he said there was good reason to.
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