The central figure of the three stepped forward and called out, “You brought the goods?”
Salty sweat covered my lips as I responded, “Show me the money first.”
He grimaced, which made me think things were about to go south. I glanced back at my ship, doubtful that even sprinting, I’d make it without getting shot.
His voice caught my attention once more. “We figured you might be a bit more distrusting, once we got word about your dealings with Angelika.”
I froze at the name of a blue-skinned black marketer, the same profession these three presumably were. Her double-crosses had been countered by my own, more than a few times.
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