Ninety-five and Roman have a disagreement over strategy.
Two suit sporting goons stopped on our approach to the elevator. They both wore shades though it seemed pointless. Shai eyes don’t give anything away, after all.
“I’m an old friend of your boss,” I said.
“And this thing?” one of the goons asked as he pointed to Ninety-five.
“Some discount military hardware I’d like to unload on Izok,” I replied. “Let’s just say he fell off the back of a delivery ship.”
Ninety-five looked at me. “I am not stolen merchandise I am…”
I patted him on his metal back.
“Shut your interface hole and speak when spoken to, robot,” I said.
The head goon relayed my arrival to Izok. After a moment, he nodded to me. “He’ll see you.”
Another goon tried to scan me with his Sen Pen but was stopped.
“It’s ok,” the head goon said. “The boss says they’re cool.”
We were shown into the elevator…
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