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Serial: Deuces Wild, "In the Lap of the Gods," Part One, by L. S. King Pg. 0<br />
scoop if he were going to keep her. Did that mean<br />
he was truly going to keep Slap around too? He<br />
realized he still tensed up when they landed on<br />
a planet or stopped at a station, wondering if he<br />
was going to be left behind.<br />
“Hm,” Kane said, “we can help you out with<br />
that. What sort of ship?”<br />
“Canary class freighter with a custom refit.”<br />
Kane’s eyebrows rose. “An old Canary? Well,<br />
I’d need the specs on her.”<br />
Tristan handed him a data crystal. “Take a<br />
look.”<br />
The man pulled up the specs on his desk<br />
screen and his eyes widened. He whistled through<br />
his teeth as he read, muttering to himself. “Two<br />
Type II assault turrets with twin plasma cannons...<br />
twin capacitor jump drive...Mark I matter/anti<br />
reaction assembly and 906 terajoule power grid?”<br />
He gazed at Tristan and, with a very dry look, said,<br />
“This isn’t a Canary. She might look like a Canary...<br />
but I don’t know that I’d even call this a refit. This<br />
ship has the armor, power, and weaponry to take<br />
rip apart a Light Patrol with a few salvoes or shred<br />
a wing of fighters within seconds.”<br />
If only you knew. Slap kept his face straight,<br />
but the image of the turrets demolishing the<br />
launch bay of the freebooters’ Quick Strike Frigate<br />
burned joyously in his mind.<br />
Kane shook his head. “Why didn’t you have<br />
the Bussard installed when you refitted her?”<br />
“I didn’t. I recently inherited her.”<br />
Slap didn’t even blink at the smooth lie. Well,<br />
was it a lie? Could you call it stealing when the<br />
owner was a gangster and dead to boot?<br />
“I see.” Kane’s face seemed thoughtful. Too<br />
thoughtful, Slap mused, and shook himself<br />
mentally. He was getting paranoid, hanging<br />
around Tristan.<br />
“Well, I have Bussards in stock. My crews are<br />
a bit overworked, however. We can’t start until...”<br />
He looked at his screen, and scrolled a new read-<br />
out to the surface. He blinked. “Is three days all<br />
right?”<br />
Tristan shook his head. “I’ve already made<br />
arrangements for cargo. But that’s not all I<br />
wanted, so if you can’t do the Bussard on a tighter<br />
timetable, I doubt you could handle a particle<br />
beam installation.”<br />
Kane’s expression grew intense. “You want to<br />
add to the armament?”<br />
You betcha, Slap wanted to add, but stayed<br />
silent. Tristan shrugged.<br />
Kane scratched his head and smoothed his<br />
thinning dark hair. “We could do it—all of it, but<br />
the time...” He squinted at Tristan. “I could have<br />
crews on overtime, but it would add to your bill.”<br />
“How much?”<br />
“Twenty percent over total cost.”<br />
Slap inhaled sharply, but Tristan barely<br />
hesitated. “That’s acceptable. Can you have the<br />
ship ready in four days?”<br />
Kane hissed through his teeth. “Let me talk to<br />
Carter. He’s supervisor of all weaponry installation.<br />
He’ll want to see the ship first.” He rose with<br />
a smile and left the office.<br />
“He seemed awfully curious about things,”<br />
Slap whispered.<br />
“Later.” Tristan fingered the edge of the desk<br />
absently.<br />
Slap ambled to the wall and looked over the<br />
hanging blueprints, trying not to yawn. The day<br />
might be half over planetside, but by ship’s time<br />
he should just be waking up.<br />
Kane soon returned. “He says he can be at<br />
your ship by fifteen hundred.”<br />
“Good. We’re dock pad NE fifty-three.”<br />
The two men nodded at each other, and Slap<br />
followed Tristan out, pulling up the collar of the<br />
jacket.<br />
“Well,” Slap asked as they walked along the<br />
<strong>Ray</strong> <strong>Gun</strong> <strong>Revival</strong> magazine <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>13</strong>, January 01, 2007