![]() ![]() He asked why I didn’t belong to the local guild and implied that I’d be sorry if I didn’t pay my dues. It began about ten turns back, with an ominous visit from a man in a suit. ![]() I didn’t interfere with other people’s choices, and I hoped they’d leave me alone, too. In my father’s day, Gehenna wasn’t quite the smugglers’ paradise it is today, but since I’d learned the business from him, I did my best to keep away from all that. We didn’t sell in bulk, but the cost made up for low quantity. It’s nearly a dead art, so I could command ridiculous prices from those who liked the cache. My company specialized in textiles: nonsynth luxury items handwoven on Gehenna. The docking officers there expect to be bribed to look the other way, whether it’s slaves, weapons, chem, or contraband tech like code breakers. ![]() I ran a small shipping company out of Gehenna, where it’s easy to get black-market goods off world. After all, they’ve already taken everything else. Nonetheless, I’m going to tell my story, and it doesn’t matter if the Syndicate kills me for it. My face wouldn’t convince you if my words don’t. ![]() I’m nobody you’ve ever heard of, and if you knew me, it wouldn’t matter. OPEN-TRANSMISSION.THE REAL SYNDICATE IS A -FORWARD-ALL-NODES. After what seems an interminable silence, she says at last, “Let us begin.”. ![]()
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