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Hurricane shrugged. “If that’s how you want naked man pictures to put it.”
“I hope so. From the things I’ve been hearing, it’s going get a interesting when naked man pictures Transterran gets the injunction that allows them to start seizing Eurocon assets.”
“If they get the injunction.”
“You don’t think they’ll get what they want?” Jena said and naked man pictures pushed her plate away, her near-steak only half-eaten.
“I’m not a lawyer and they don’t pay me to worry about it." Hurricane said and checked the large Krono-Tek on his wrist, then his face fell. "I need to get going… post-ex debrief at eighteen-hundred. It’s been nice, Jena.”
Hurricane drained the contents of his glass and got to his feet. He gave his IDC card over to the steward robot and, despite Jena’s protest, instructed it to put the cost of her meal and the bottle of wine they had shared on his account. Her objections were token; he could afford it. |
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