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boggled. He glanced at Kang, then at Nadia Pravda. “Get her out of here,” he said. “Teach her to be more careful about. To, ah—”
    The big monitors each grabbed an arm.
    Hansen glanced at Kang again, then at his men. “—Just get her out of here,” he said.
    “It’s not my fault!” Nadia said, as they started dragging her out. “Tell Bock—”
    “Silence!” said Hansen, with a sharp, authoritative bark as he stood and slapped the tabletop.
    People looked up. One of the monitors holding onto Nadia peered meaningfully at Hansen, who jerked his head to one side. The big monitor nodded and the two of them hustled her out.
    “Product?” Kang asked, as Hansen sat down. “Does that mean you’re still in the drug trade?”
    Hansen shot Kang an angry stare.
    “It couldn’t be black sand,” Kang said. “The HBs sell it openly to whoever wants it. Ah. Sure. You’re making dream dust, aren’t you?”
    Hansen tried to stare Kang down and when it didn’t work, he slumped in his chair.
    “She said Bock,” Kang mused. “Could that be the same Chief Monitor Bock you told us that you report to?”
    Marten hid his excitement. Hansen made illegal drugs under the noses of the Highborn. He even had an engineer involved. Even better, this Nadia Pravda, this engineer, sounded as if she was in trouble with Hansen. Marten needed a way to move under security if he was ever going to steal a vacc suit in order to spacewalk to the broken-down pod. Here was his chance to find out how Hansen did it.
    “Listen, Kang,” Hansen was saying, with a greasy smile on his face. Then he peered at his slender hands and ordered an eye-bender from the bar.
    Marten stood. “I’m sorry, but I have to leave. This reunion, it’s none of my affair.” He motioned to Omi.
    “Nor mine,” Omi said, standing.
    Hansen peered at them, his features calculating. “No,” he said a moment later. “This is between Kang and me. You may go.”
    “Hey, maggot,” Kang said. “My buddies and I do whatever we feel like. We’re shock troopers, which is top of the heap around here. You’re the one who’s going to need permission to leave, not them.”
    Marten didn’t hear Hansen’s reply. He pushed Omi toward the door, and whispered, “Do you think Kang will be all right?”
    “Hansen is too scared to try anything stupid. Kang could probably clear the bar if felt like it.”
    “I’m sure you’re right.”
    Coming out of Smade’s they blinked at the glittering lights. Marten looked around and pointed at the two monitors frog-marching the engineer. They weren’t far ahead. She seemed resigned to her fate and wasn’t resisting.
    “We’d better act natural,” Marten said, thrusting his hands into his jacket pockets. He sauntered along as if looking at the sights.
    “You want to follow her?” Omi asked.
    “This is our chance,” Marten said. “But we have to hurry.”
    Omi blinked once and then laughed, immediately launching into a tourist-type gawker. He pointed at a tall spire in the distance before grabbing Marten’s arm and dragging him faster.
    The two monitors frog-marched Nadia Pravda around a corner. Marten and Omi hurried. Marten made it around the corner in time to see them march her behind two plastic trees near the wall. The monitors had taken her down a small alleyway. A hidden door behind the two fake trees swished open. Marten and Omi broke into a run. The woman finally started talking, her voice wheedling, pleading. Marten plunged between the two plastic props, through the door and into a lift, with Omi almost on top of him.
    One of the monitors had his back turned. The other jerked his head in surprise. He had a nasty scar across his forehead. “You two aren’t allowed—”
    Marten punched him in the throat as the lift closed and headed down. He grabbed the man’s hair and slammed the meaty face down against his up-thrusting knee. Teeth crunched and the monitor slumped onto the floor. When he tried to get up