We'll have to dump and restock.
Give you a voucher on Terra for the stuff."
The Eysie agent continued to block the doorway into the station. "This is
private--I-S property. You should hit the Patrol post--they cater to you
F-Ts."
"We hit the nearest E-Stat when we discovered that we were contaminated,"
Rip spoke with an assumption of patience. "That's the law, and you know
it. You have to supply us and take a voucher--"
"How do I know that your voucher is worth the film it's recorded on?"
asked the agent reasonably.
"All right," Rip shrugged. "If we have to do it the hard way, we'll cargo
dump to cover your bill."
"Not on this field." The other shook his head. "I'll flash in your
voucher first."
He had them, Dane thought bitterly. Their luck had run out. Because what
he was going to do was a move they dared not protest. It was one any
canny agent would make in the present situation. And if they were what
they said they were, they must readily agree to let him flash their
voucher of payment to I-S headquarters, to be checked and okayed before
they took the hydro stock.
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