Roman Vale Novels & Stories

She slid it across the table. “Three hundred units.” Tunde hesitated. “I was told it could go for five.” She let out a dry laugh. “Then whoever told you that was either setting you up or sending you to your grave. Take the three.” He looked down at the shard, then at her. Then picked up the chip. “Deal.” Glitch gave a slight nod. “Good choice. But a word of advice: if you’re planning something stupid, like smuggling yourself into the Citadel don’t come back here. You won’t get a second deal.”