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move in.

"You fellers ever been to Laskar before?" Burl asked, eyeing the
briefcases.

"No," replied the same suit who had paid for the car. He was staring in
the direction of the city, squinting against Laskar's garish green sun.

"Then you sure don't wanna lose your way drivin' around town," Bud offered
casually. "If you'll tell me where you're going, I can give you directions."
 He waited hopefully. No response.

He tried again. "I got a compu-map I can install in halfa-jiffy. No
trouble. Just tell me where you're headed and I'll program it--"

"No," said the suit.

The four men climbed into the car--an ordinary, midsize hover, nothing
special, nothing fancy--and drove it off the lot. Two rode in the front, two
in the back. Friendly Burl saw them off the lot, gave them a friendly wave,
then hurried inside to contact a few "friends."

Friendly Burl's was conveniently located near the public spaceport, on the
outskirts of the city. Finding the way to the city was easy--the only highway
ran past the spaceport.

One man drove. The man seated in the front next to the driver navigated.
The two in the back removed needle-guns from their inside suit jacket pockets,
kept watch out the windows.

"All going according to plan, Knight Commander." The hover's driver spoke
into a small handheld voice-recorder.

The hover reached the entrance to the highway. Here a decision was
required. Turn to the left and there, silhouetted against the green sky, were
the high-rise whorehouses, the glitzy casinos, the holodomes of planet
Laskar's major claim to fame, the city Laskar. Turn to the right and there
were cactus and weird rock formations and eventually, a long distance away,
the box-shaped barracks, the half-moon hangars, the sand-blasted tarmac of the
Royal Naval Base.

Glancing up and down the highway, the driver said, "How far is Snaga
Ohme's from here?"

"Straight across country. About fifty kilometers," was the reply.

Those fifty kilometers brought one to the palatial mansion and vast estate
of the late Snaga Ohme, former weapons purveyor to the galaxy's rich and
warlike. Several years previous, the wealthy Adonian had died, leaving his
extensive and complicated financial affairs in complete disorder. To give him