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mailing list of all the freelance murderers in this halfwit country and send them a memo? Lay off
Jake Conger because he chickened out ofтАФ"
"You knew about this guy?" Conger asked his former chief.
Geer jerked a thumb at the tall, pretty young girl. "She did."
"I'm batting near 1000 so far, Geer," the girl said, grinning. "So you owe me another dozen jelly
donuts. That was the bet."
Geer scowled at the few patrons. "Can we have a private talk, Jake?"
"Nope," he replied.
The WTD boss came further into the place, squatted beside the headless assassin. "Imported
from India, very expensive," he said while frisking the body. "Not a thing on him, not even a
Banxcard."
"Guess he figured he wasn't going to have to pay for the breakfast," said Conger. "You know
who he is?"
"Not specifically, but they've used a few other Indian Thugs. Always go first cabin." He stood
to examine the white briefcase.
The girl suddenly clutched herself just below her left breast. "Tao Anwar . . . that's his name . . .
from Katmandu . . ."
Geer sidled over to her flatfooted, nudged her near the spot she was clutching. "Don't go having
one of your yoohoo visions in front of civilians," he advised in a whisper.
"Do you want the police?" Conger asked him. Geer shook his frizzled head. "No cops.
Somebody may want this stiff in DC. I'll pix the Remedial Functions Agency."
"Collect," cautioned Conger. He seized a checked tablecloth off a sideboard, unfurled it and let
it settle over the dead man.
"I trust you won't think I'm heartless or callous, Mr. Conger," said the skytrucker, "but I could
go for seconds on this nearham."
Nodding, Conger walked to the galley hole and called to the robot chef. "Seconds on the #16."
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"Having a bit of a scuffle out there, gov?" the bot inquired.
"Small skirmish." Conger turned to face his one-time boss again. "Wait until I serve my
customers and close the place up. I can fly you over to the teleport depot. If you want to haul Tao
Anwar with you, we can put him in plyoтАФ"
"Where's Angelica?" asked Geer.
"Over in Gomezville #2, picketing a Fake Food Fair."
The blonde girl gestured at the sunlit room. "Don't you deal in fake food, too?"
"Ours is natural fake, all made from organic vegetables," he explained. "The Gomez conglom
goes in for synthetics, chemicals, artificialтАФ"
"Here's your blinking nearham, gov."
Conger carried the thrust out plate over to the trucker, who was once again in his chair. "There
won't be any more incidents like this," he assured him. "Once my two friends return to Manhattan
everything will settle down."
"I surely hope so. Your Vegetable Patch here has become an oasis for me as I make my tedious
skytruck hauls around California North. I'd hate to think a pattern wasтАФ"
"It isn't. Look, we've been in business nearly two years and this is the first hired assassin who's
everтАФ"
"Jake," said Geer, anxious voice climbing, "we really do have to talk with you."
"When you say organic vegetables," the girl asked, "how does that apply to the jelly donut
situation? I mean, how can you make jam or powdered sugar out ofтАФ"
"Don't try one of theirs," warned Geer, new wrinkles joining the batch his face carried. "They