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security guy gets his own private quarters, too.

"

She nodded, still thinking.

"Not to pressure you for an answer, but the next civilian


crew vessel for this venture leaves from Mainport in three
days. If you're not interested, I will seek another for the
position." He slid out of the booth and stood up. "I'll need
to know your decision tomorrow."

Memah held up a hand. "Wait here a moment, please."


She slid out of the booth as well and walked over to
where Rodo sat.

"Bad caf," he said, looking at the cup. "Tastes like


dishwater." He shook his head.

"And how would you know that? Drink a lot of


dishwater?"

He shrugged and flicked his gaze at Alamant. "What does


he want?"

"He's offering me a job running a military cantina . . .


won't say where.

I need to sign on for two years, no leave. Pay is good,


plus a piece of the profit, some benefits-housing, medical,
like that."

Rodo nodded. "You gonna do it?"

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