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Rockwell, Carey, [pseud.]

"Danger in Deep Space"

I don't care where I go or on what, or how long I'm
gone. I just gotta blast off!"
"You want papers for the astrogation deck, or control, or as a power
pusher?" asked Shinny.
Roger thought a moment. "Better make them for the control deck," he
said.
"Credits," said Shinny. "You have any credits?"
"How much?" asked Roger.
"One hundred now," said Shinny, and then added, "and one hundred when I
deliver."
"Guaranteed papers?"
"Positively!" snorted Shinny. "I don't sell things that ain't good! I'm
an honest man!"
Roger reached inside his jersey and pulled out a small roll of crumpled
credit notes. He counted off one hundred and handed them over to Shinny.
"When do I get the papers?" asked Roger.
"Tomorrow, same place, same time," answered Shinny.
"What's the name of this place?" asked Roger.
"Cafe Cosmos."
Roger picked up his glass of sweet water, raising it in a toast to the
little man in front of him. "Until tomorrow, Mr. Shinny, when you come
here with the papers, or I come looking for you with bare knuckles!"
"You don't scare me!" snapped Shinny. "I'll be here!"
Roger tilted his chair back and smiled his casual smile.


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