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stereotype. We are known for our sexual depravity, y’know.”
    I snorted, stomping both feet until
my boots snugged them perfectly. “Never thought I’d be pleased by that fact
until now.”
    “Ha.” Fraz turned and walked to the
door, grinning at me over his shoulder. “I know you want some.”
    “Every second of every day,
partner,” I told him with a grin, pulling my spare molecular disruptor from my
locker before following him to the door. My heart thumped. Action. Just what I
needed. If I was lucky, the drug pusher would try something stupid and I’d get
to beat the shit out of him. What better way to clear my head?
    It took me a few seconds to realize
Fraz stood by the open door, studying me. “What?”
    He cocked his head to the side, his
eyes narrow. “Are you okay?”
    The New Earth term sounded awkward
coming from his lipless mouth, but that wasn’t what made me want to fidget. In
a weird sort of way, Fraz was the closest thing I had to family. Sure, not a
particularly loving family member, but hey, at least he was always there. He’d
been my partner since the academy and looked out for me even when I didn’t want
him to—but I’d never once heard him sound worried for me. It was
uncharacteristic, and it made me angry. And reminded me with a big mental slap
just how brilliantly I’d failed putting Torr behind me. So much for leaving it
all on the moon. “I’m fine,” I snapped, pushing past Fraz. “Let’s get to work.”
    Fraz didn’t look convinced but he
let the topic drop. We strode through the spaceport, heading for the rendezvous
point he’d arranged with our perp. The plan was simple—Fraz would offer the
anal probe for a ludicrous fee. Our drug dealer would no doubt balk at his
asking price. Fraz would call the deal off, and just as he turned away from the
perp, I would appear, bitching to my “salvage partner” that he’d finished off
the last of our spice. Trap set.
    The second the dealer offered to
pay for the Slessorian anal probe with a trade of product, bam , we had
him. Yes, it was entrapment, but the days of following the GU Enforcer codebook
had long gone. When it came to scum like this bastard, there was no
code. Whatever it took, that’s what we did. No matter how unsavory, dubious or
ethically questionable. It was why Fraz and I had been assigned to the case in
the first place. We did what was necessary and our commander looked the other
way until the job was done.
    Wrong? Maybe.
    Effective? Always.
    By the time we’d crossed the
spaceport to an isolated and unused wing on level eight, Fraz had put his game
face on. I wondered for a brief moment if that face wasn’t just a touch too
criminally malicious, before dropping back behind him to take up my position in
the shadows of the closest service corridor. It was the perfect location for a
takedown, one we’d scouted out day one after arriving on the port. The spice
dealer wouldn’t be able to see me until I came bursting onto the scene, pissed off
and showing all the signs of spice withdrawal.
    Fraz continued down the passageway
until he reached the viewing wall. The massive expanse of unbreakable tempered
glass presented a glorious view of the star-studded space surrounding Port Mercy.
It also made for a very safe backdrop for the “exchange”. With no entry ports,
vents or internal systems, there was no way someone could take Fraz by surprise
from behind. Taking the perp by surprise from behind would be my job.
    I watched my partner lean against
the glass and cross his ankles, his hands shoved into the deep pockets of his
trousers. He really was quite scary to look at, but for some reason, something about
the way he stood made my gut itched.
    Something felt…
    “Why the fuck did you pick this
place,” a surly voice griped, and I pressed myself hard to the wall behind me,
keeping my hand on the butt of my disruptor.
    Our spice dealer stormed past me,
heading for Fraz. I studied his back, noting the plated