Page 81 of Commander’s Mate
Convoy defense.
Private security.
One planetary government wanted Farseek to suppress a labor uprising.
“No,” I said.
Tivid removed it.
A commercial guild wanted armed recovery of defaulted mining equipment from settlers who claimed ownership after a corporate withdrawal.
“No.”
Removed.
A medical convoy wanted escort through Sargan-raider space.
“Keep.”
An agricultural coalition needed protection for seed shipments moving toward three famine worlds.
“Keep.”
A luxury transport wanted discreet security for a diplomatic wedding.
Pyrr looked interested.
“No,” I said.
He frowned.
“Why?”
“Because you would embarrass us.”
“That is not strategic.”
“It is certain.”
Degatu almost smiled.
Tivid continued.
A Haloran shipping consortium offered triple standard rate for escorting reconstruction equipment.
“Whose reconstruction?” I asked.
He checked.
“Farseek.”
No one spoke.
I looked at him.
“They want to hire Farseek to escort supplies to Farseek.”
“Yes.”
