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everything going in or out, watch that they don't bother any of the
Fuzzies-that sort of thing."

"I know, George," Holloway said.
"Have to patrol the borders-tight electronic surveillance-be certain no one
goes in or out except at our check-points. Take more men than I've got right
now just to do that."

"I know, George," Holloway repeated. "Start working something up for me in the
way of what you'll need, both men and equipment, if we have crews up there
cracking- say-three hundred tons of flint a month."

"Jack-we can't afford it!"

Holloway nodded. "We can't, but the Company can. The CZC is going to reimburse
us for what we spend policing their leasehold."

Major Lunt chuckled. "I see. Do they know it yet?"

"No," Holloway said, "but Grego will see the wisdom of it once it's explained
to him. In the long run, it's a toss-up as to whether it's cheaper for the
Company Police do the job or for the Company to hire us to do it. Besides, I
won't grant the lease unless our own people are specified to do the law
enforcement.

"Grego knows a good thing when he sees it. His bottom line won't be much
different at the end of the year. This deal will be good for the Company, good
for the Fuzzies, and good for the Government-all the way around."

"Okay," George agreed. "111 get something together that you can take to
Grego-maybe not down to the last paper clip, but in general terms of how much
it's going to cost."

"Good," Holloway said. "Grego won't say yes or no right away. He'll take the
breakdown to his own Company Police Chief first-have Harry Steefer look over
the figures to see whether we're gouging the Company."

He turned to leave, then added a question. "Today, George?"

Lunt nodded. "I imagine so."

"Hokay, bizzo," Holloway said, lapsing into Lingua Fuzzy. "How about bringing
it over to the house-right around cocktail time. That way we can talk it over
without being interrupted by more than four or five screen calls."

After Mr. Commissioner Holloway had left, George sat down at his desk and
sighed; not in aversion to this new task, but in the realization that he was
mentally waving goodbye to any immediate chance of getting rid of Lieutenant
Paine and his Marines.