Page 85 of Commander’s Mate
“Right to withdraw if client terms change.”
Entered.
Pyrr added, “No assassination.”
Degatu looked at him.
“You object morally?”
“I object to paperwork after assassination.”
I stared.
He shrugged.
“Also morally.”
Tivid entered it.
Degatu said, “Minimum rate?”
We argued for twenty minutes.
That felt more like government than war ever had.
By the time we finished, Farseek had something that resembled a contract doctrine.
Not a constitution.
Not yet.
But limits.
Boundaries.
Ways to remain useful without becoming owned.
I thought of Harper.
She would approve of written rules.
She would probably add six fields.
“Commander,” Tivid said.
“What?”
“If we continue at projected rescue tempo, even with paid work, we will need dedicated survivor support.”
“I know.”
“Personnel.”
“Yes.”
“Administration.”
I disliked the word.
