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This had all taken on some of the fantastic aura of a dream. The other was eyeing him impatiently, as if he had expected some reaction. "You may inspect my credentials if you wish." "I believe you," Vye found his voice. "I happen to need a gearman." But this wasn't happening! Of course, it couldn't happen to him, Vye Lansor, state child, swamper in the Starfall.
And it was the same little man who offered his services in another way when he said, diffidently to Hume: "I have some experience with coms, Hunter. Do you wish me to send your message and take over the unit until you return? I gather," he added with a certain delicacy, "that it will not be expedient for your gearman to engage in that duty now."
Wass might have had a hand in the selection of the three clients, but they would certainly be far from briefed on the truth of any discovery made on Jumala they had to be for the safety of the whole enterprise. The fourth man, serving as his gearman for this trip, was Wass' own insurance against any wrong move on Hume's part.
Things such as this did not happen, except in a thaline dream, and he wasn't a smoke eater! It was the kind of dream a man didn't want to wake from, not if he was port-drift. "Would you be willing to sign on?" Vye tried to clutch reality to himself, to remain level-headed. A gearman for an Out-Hunter! Why five men out of six would pay a large premium for a chance at such rating.
The chill of doubt cut through the first hazy rosiness. A swamper from a port-side dive simply did not become a gearman for a Guild Hunter. Again it was as if the stranger read his thoughts. "Look here," he spoke abruptly. "I had a bad time myself, years ago. You resemble someone to whom I owe a debt. I can't repay him, but I can make the scales a little even this way." "Make the scales even."
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