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I killed a kid once. It was an accident, but that doesn’t make it any better. For the kid or me.
Yeah, I know. Sing you a song and make sure there’s a violin solo.
I was on a job for Tony Two-point-oh, way out in the industrial boonies on Mars. Young and less careful than I am now. Or was, until my recent condition took hold.
Tony Taulke had discovered someone in the Rabh Faction skimming off the top. And the bottom. And from the middle. Ironclad rule in SynCorp: grift all you want from, say, a local factory, but don’t screw with the corporate economy when you’re a member of the faction that keeps the corporate books. The entire solar system depends on set percentages and expected outcomes. Cooking the books is a front-row ticket to seeing the stars. Close up.
Stell Kaderin—a minor
