"FWLS41" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

notch equipment. Got it off a limo two weeks back.)

"Lowbeam. Glad to see you're in," he said.

"What can I do for you, Ookie?" I asked, taking a seat at
the nav panel. "Need another competitor removed?"

"No... actually, I heard about a shipment coming through
that you'd be interested in. Top notch computer equipment for
some outlying colony. Happens that the delivery run runs through
the outskirts of the Anarchy Zones... I'm uploading the run plan
to your computer now."

"Terrific," I said, and meant it. "Any idea on the
security?"

"Not sure. Some new corporation. You know, those mail
guys? The ones with the silly name?"

I paused in talking. Don't show fear, don't show anxiety.
Stay calm. "Would this be 'Disgruntled Postal Workers'?"

"Yeah. Anything wrong with that?"

"Is this jack REALLY worth it, Ookie?" I asked. "Can you
pawn this stuff off for a good price? I mean, I'd like to make
it worth my while, make sure it's really important."

"Since when are you apprehensive about sitting ducks,
Lowbeam?"

"Ook, you don't know these guys. I've tangled with them
before. Remember my one strike?"

"Your... oh. Yeah."

"They're insane, Ookie. They don't play by the rules. I
took a few thousand credits damage to my ship tangling with just
a small cruiser of theirs. They don't use basic tactics, they
don't cooperate, they don't... they just don't ACT right."

"Low, buddy, this is a Good run."

"I'm going to have to pass, Ookie."

"I'll leave the files on your computer. Think it over,
okay? With this kind of cash, you could upgrade to that corvette
you always wanted. AND hire a crew to man it."

Dreamy sendbacks of thought... I fell in love with that ship