HALF BREED
Luton knew that, or should have known, and been willing to face the reality of it.
Gaius sipped his beer. It had a flat, coppery taste. "So, when will the project start?"
"Soon", Luton answered. "Very soon".
* * *
The Midvalian ship dropped hyper, broadcast a high priority diplomatic code, and was slotted into a choice equatorial orbit. One hundred seventy two freighter captains, some of whom had been waiting for more than a week, jumped on their com sets. The moon-based Orbital Control Authority took most of the heat. What the hell were they thinking, slotting a bug before humans? Had they lost their frigging minds?
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