Reward

There were six thumbnail pictures below the screamer, of the members of Star Risk plus Spada. Below them, the legend:

Dangerous armed dissidents, not to be approached without caution.

Wanted for various crimes against the public interest.

"Cheap bastards," Goodnight said. "They don't even name the size of the reward. Hard to brag on having a price on your head when you can't put a figure to it.

"And I've taken a much sexier shot before."

"Where did they get the information about us?" von Baldur wondered.

"We knew it was going to get out sooner or later, but…"

"It must've come from either a snitch here in the system," M'chel said.

"Or, since Redon's on the poster, maybe when we were on Boyington?"

She examined the poster more closely.

"Boyington," she said. "That was the tunic I was wearing."

"Let me simplify your reasoning, O Sherlock," Grok said. "Cerberus has just hired an organization named Rasmussen's Raiders.

"Which report said you two had interviewed."

"Those bastards!" Riss said. "I'll have their guts for a winding sheet.

Whatever a goddamned winding sheet is."

"Ah," Friedrich mourned. "This is truly an age of immorality and distrust."

Two days later, Jasmine brought Riss another poster. This read: WANTED

$1,000,000 Alliance Credits or equivalent