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worldside listed on her schedule last shift, of that she was certain.
Come to think of it, it was silly to send the cargo master on a trip
like this one. Almost as silly as sending the Trader.

She rounded the corner into the bay corridor at a spanking pace
and brought herself up sharply to avoid walking over the small man
just ahead.

Trader Olanek turned his head and inclined it in unsmiling
recognition. "Mendoza. Punctual, as always." The words were in
Trade and heavily accented.

"Thank you, sir," she said, politely shortening her stride to match
his. Somehow, she had never managed to inform the Trader that
she had limited fluency in his language. She glanced at his profile
and shrugged mentally. The Trader's temper was legend on
Daxflan, but he seemed to be in as amiable mood as she had ever
seen him.

"Are you going worldside, sir?" she ventured respectfully.

"Of course I am going worldside, Mendoza. Why else should I be
here?"

Priscilla ignored the irritation in his voice and plunged on. "Has
there been a change in schedule, then? My last information was
that Jankalim is only a drop point. If we're going to take cargo
on—"

"I must therefore assume, Mendoza," the Trader cut in, clearly
irritated, "that your information is not complete."

Priscilla bit her lip. It was folly to goad him further. She inclined her
head and dropped back to allow him to proceed her into the
shuttle. Then, sighing, she slipped into the first unoccupied seat,
eyelids dropping. Half an hour, ship to world. At least she would
get a nap.

"Hi there, Prissy," an unwelcome voice said in her ear. "You're not
asleep, are you?" A hand was placed high on her thigh.

Gritting her teeth, Priscilla opened her eyes and sat up straight.

Jankalim possessed one spaceport, situated on the easternmost
tip of the southernmost continent, within a stone's throw of the
planetary sea and the edge of the world's second city.

As spaceports went, this one was subaverage, Priscilla decided,
watching Tailly and Nik Laz unload the few containers and pallets
that represented their reason for stopping here at all. The