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“Ain’t bullying so much as stress relief,” Ary does it ees, Ary, Captain”

Holden patted his pistol against his thigh

“The gun is just to make sure ‘port security’ there doesn’t interfere until Aer issues”

Mr Vedas, custoh A22, turned and ran as though his life depended on it, with his rent-a-cops in hot pursuit

“You enjoyed that,” Nao, her voice in the no-un

“Let’s go find out what the hell happened here”

Chapter Seven: Prax

The security center was on the third layer down from the surface The finished walls and independent power supply seemed like luxury items compared with the raw ice of other places on the station, but really they were inals The way soe, the security center advertised its ih that it was ih the ice and sneak a friend or a lover out of the holding cells Everyone had to know that it was i—or else someone would try it

In all his years on Ganymede, Prax had been there only once before, and then as a witness As a man there to help the law, not to ask help fro in the long, desperate line, fidgeting and struggling with the al sense that he needed to be so, even if he didn’t knohat exactly it was

“I’,” the woman at the public information counter said from behind her inch-thick wire-lacedShe looked tired More than tired,today either”

“Is there anyone I can talk to? There has to be a way to—”