Starport. George Martin R.R.

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      IRRETRIEVABLE.

      IS HONOR

      SATISFIED?

      NO. THE

      THEFT IS UNDONE,

      YET THE INSULT

      STILL STANDS.

      TELL THE

      NICE LADY

      YOU’RE SORRY.

      I DIDN’T...

      THESE ARE

      NHAR, SIR. ANGELS.

      IF YOU HAD READ

      YOUR PAMPHLET,

      YOU’D KNOW THAT BY

      STEPPING INTO HER

      PATH AND TAKING THAT

      UNFLATTERING PHOTO,

      YOU’VE INADVERTENTLY

      STOLEN HER SPACE

      AND “BESMIRCHED”

      HER IMAGE.

      I DIDN’T

      KNOW! I DIDN’T

      MEAN TO...I’M SORRY!

      SO SORRY. I’LL READ

      THE PAMPHLET AT

      THE HOTEL. I

      PROMISE!

      YOU HEARD

      HIM. HE DIDN’T MEAN

      ANYTHING. HE’S SORRY.

      AND HE’S NOT EVEN

      ARMED. LOOK

      AT HIM!

      THIS APOLOGY

      IS A POOR THING,

      AND YET I WILL

      HEAR IT.

      BUT,

      SHOULD IT

      HAPPEN

      AGAIN...

       NAH-TO!

      TREASURE

      THIS LESSON AS

      A GIFT FROM DAHRYS

      NHAR-KQL, ARYANNE OF

      THE MAROON CADRE

      OF THE CHILDREN OF

      THE ENDLESS

      NIGHT.

      PAY THE

      HUMAN FOR HIS PITIFUL

      COMMUNICATION

      DEVICE.

      WHAT

      WAS THAT ALL

      ABOUT?

      GET USED

      TO IT, ROOKIE.

      BEING A COP IN

      CHICAGO ISN’T

      WHAT IT USED

      TO BE.

      BUT...SIR, I DON’T

      THINK THAT’S ENOUGH

      TO COVER MY PHONE.

      IT WAS BRAND-NEW,

      AND ON A PAYMENT

      PLAN...

      SO WHO’S

      GOING TO PAY

      FOR THE

      REST?

      SEND THE

      BILL TO THE TOPMAN,

      CARE OF STARPORT

      CHICAGO.

      OK. WHICH ONE

      OF YOU DOUCHEBAGS

      KILLED DETECTIVE

      BAKER AND STOLE

      HIS GUN?

      HERE!

      I MEAN, I’M

      BAKER. I DIDN’T

      KILL ANYONE!

      SO HOW COME YOU’RE

      COVERED WITH

      BLOOD?

      HUH. THAT’S

      WHAT THEY

      ALL SAY.

      IT’S

      FRUIT

      JUICE.

      THEY RAN

      A MAKE ON YOUR

      GUN. IMAGINE THE

      HORROR WHEN IT

      TURNED OUT TO BE

      ONE OF OURS...

      YO, LIVINGSTONE,

      BETTER UNLOCK MY

      PARTNER, HERE. LET’S

      SEE IF MAYBE I CAN

      KEEP HIM OUT OF

      TROUBLE.

      MMMM-

      HMMM.

      HERE WE ARE,

      SKIP, AT CHICAGO’S

      FINEST, DISTRICT 19,

      AKA THE ZOO, AKA

      THE UNIVERSE’S

      CRAP HOLE.

      AND ON

      THAT SUBJECT,

      THERE’S THE

      CRAPPER. DEEP,

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