Dick

Brightwing’s

Brightwing’s current karate champ.
“Eyeah,” she replied with a grimace. “Had a look out there last night. Talk about your low-class dives! I’m not real surprised the Lacu’un threw the Fence up around it. Damn if I’d want that for neighbors! Hey, we may be getting a break, though; invitation’s gone out to about three cap’ns to come make trade-talk. Seems the Lacu’un got themselves a lawyer—”
“So much for the ‘unsophisticated primitives,’ ” Dick laughed. “I thought TriStar was riding for a fall, taking that line.”
Erica grinned; a former TriStar employee, she had no great love for her previous employer. “Eyeah. So, lawyer goes and calls up the records on every Company making bids, goes over ’em with a fine-tooth. Seems only three of us came up clean; us, SolarQuest, and UVN. We got invites, rest got bye-byes. Be hearing a buncha ships clearing for space in the next few hours.”
“My heart bleeds,” Dick replied. “Any chance they can fight it?”
“Ha! Didn’t tell you who they got for their mouth­piece. Lan Ventris.”
Dick whistled.