Part 17 (1/2)
”Yep.”
”Ah!” There was a quick intake of breath, and a feral gleam in those greenish eyes. A moment's silence, then ”Do you still want that overseer's job?”
”For a thousand a month and keep? Definitely!”
”Very well, we'll try you. Zeller will give you a list of things you'll need there--special clothing and such. Uh ... got any money to buy those you don't have?”
”I will have when you pay me Rellos' expense money for last night.”
The leader's eyes narrowed in sudden anger. ”Don't try my patience too far, Hanlon.”
”Okay,” Hanlon shrugged indifferently. ”But I never figured you for a cheapskate.”
There was a gasp, as though the leader was amazed at Hanlon's temerity.
But he quickly gained control of himself, and an instant later began smiling, then grinning and finally laughing aloud ... at himself.
”By Zeus, Hanlon, I like you! n.o.body else ever dared talk up to me like that. You win. Tell Zeller ... no, put him on, I'll tell him ... Zeller, give Hanlon the list of things needed for the mine-guard job, and pay him a hundred credits, charged to the 'accident fund'. Tell him to be here, all packed to go, at thirteen o'clock.” He started to turn the set off, then, as he heard Hanlon ask ”Anything else now?” faced the screen again.
”Not unless you want to make rounds with the boys again. It will be some time before you can have any night-life.”
Hanlon made a sign of distaste and shook his head. ”Unh-uh, thanks. Two big-heads in a row will last me for plenty time. I'll go get some shut-eye.”
The leader smiled companionably. ”The rest might be best, for you'll have a rather rough trip. You'll ride a freighter, not a luxury liner.”
”Do I ask where I'm going?”
”Does it matter?”
Hanlon shrugged. ”Not especially. Just curiosity.”
”Then it won't particularly bother you if we ... uh ... keep your destination a secret for a while?”
”Not in the least, if you want it that way,” he yawned indifferently.
But his mind was so anxious he had trouble not letting it show in his face or eyes. How was he to get that location? He thought swiftly, and conceived a possibility.
”Your bar here serve Cola?”
”What is that?”
”A soft drink very popular on Terra and many other planets. I'd like to take a case with me, if it's allowed.”
”I see no reason against it. I never heard of it, but you might ask the bargirls.”
”I can get it at the Golden Web if you don't have it here. I had some there the other night.”
He watched carefully but there was no sign of suspicion; the leader did not even seem interested.
Hanlon blanked the screen, got the list and money from Zeller, and walked out. The Bacchus did not stock Cola, so he took a ground-cab to the Golden Web.