“I dunno,” the man in the fedora said, cig dangling from his pudgy lips as he shoved two meaty fists into his trenchcoat pockets. Raindrops trickled off the brim of his hat as Vechkov Prague studied the gray-black hull of the ship in berth seventeen of Drescher Interstellar Spaceport. “She’s a little roomy, don’t you…
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