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'And a hundred back at you,' Petr said.

'Like I said, expensive,' the dealer said. ''Sides, it's getting late.
Don't want to spoil my complexion with late hours.' He counted. 'Up
five... six hundred.'

'The kid's going to be foolish,' Garvin said, and peeled bills into the
stack. 'And up two hundred on you.'

'I'm short,' Petr said.

'No problem,' Njangu said, coming away from the bulkhead and taking
notes from his pocket. 'Your credit's good.'

'Thanks.'

The dealer laughed unpleasantly. 'I think I'm gonna sleep real, real
good.' He flipped his hand onto the table. All five were of a single
color.

'Guess that does it,' and he reached for the money. 'High to the
Protector.'

'Not quite.' And Petr slowly tossed cards faceup on the blanket.
'Ruler... Ruler... Ruler... Ruler... and the Alien for a fifth.'

The dealer's eyes went wide. 'You weren't-' and his hand went for his
back pocket.

'Rube!' Garvin snapped, coming to his feet.

Light glinted as a tiny steel dart flickered across the blanket, buried
itself in the dealer's forearm. He yelped, and blood spurted.

The lookout came forward, a short length of pipe appearing in her hand.
Njangu sidestepped into her, and snapped a backhand strike into her
temple. She tumbled across a player, lay still.

Another man was getting up, and Garvin drove a punch into his solar
plexus, then smashed the back of his hand into the man's skull, and he
went down.

The dealer stared at his blood-runneling arm, the knife still buried
near his elbow. Petr pulled the dart free, and again the man screeched.

The other players were motionless, arms raised to their shoulders,
fingers splayed.

Yoshitaro glanced into the troop bay. 'Nobody heard anything,' he