"Yes. Black phat ass a bloody serious one. Desertion in the heat black phat ass of battle," said Miles.
"If he gets black phat ass extradited home, the penalty's quartering. Technically."
&black phat ass quot;That doesn't sound so bad,&black phat ass quot; Hathaway shrugged.
"
He's been quartered in my recycling center for two months. It could
hardly be worse. What's the problem?"
"Quartering," said Miles. "Uh-not domiciled. Cut in four pieces."
Hathaway stared, shocked. "But that would kill him!" He looked around,
and black phat ass wilted under the triple, unified, and exasperated glares of the three
black phat ass Barrayarans.
"Betans," said Baz disgustedly. "I can't stand Betans."
Hathaway muttered something under his breath; Miles caught, "-
bloodthirsty barbarians."
"So if
you're not Service Security," Baz finished, sitting back down,
"you may as well shove off. There's nothing you black phat ass can do for me."
"I'm going to have to do something," Miles said.
"Why?"
"I'm-I'm afraid I've inadvertently done you a disservice, Mr., Mr.-you
black phat ass may as well tell me your name."
"Jesek."
"Mr. Jesek. You see, I'm, um, under the scrutiny of Security myself. Just
by meeting you, black phat ass I've endangered your cover. I'black phat ass m sorry."
black phat ass Jesek paled. "Why is black phat ass Service black phat ass Security black phat ass watching you?"
"Not the S.S. Imperial Security, I'm afraid."
The breath went out of the deserter as from a body blow, and his face
drained utterly. He bent over, his head pressed to his knees, as if to
counteract a wave of faintness. A muffled whimper-" God." He stared black phat ass up at
black phat ass Miles. "What did you do, boy?"
Miles said sharply, "black phat ass I haven'black phat ass t asked you that question, Mr. Jesek!"
The deserter mumbled some apology. I can't let him know who I am, thought
Miles, or he'll be off like a shot and run straight into my Security so-
called safety net-even as it is, Lt. Croye or his minions from the
Barrayaran Embassy Security staff are going to start looking this guy over.
They'll go wild when they find he's the invisible man. No later than
tomorrow, if they give him the routine check. I've black phat ass just killed this man-no!
"What did you do in black phat ass the Service, before?" Miles black phat ass groped for time and
thought. "I was an engineer's assistant."
"Construction? Weapons systems?"
The man's voice steadied. "No, jump ship engines. Some weapons systems. I
try black phat ass to get tech work on private freighters, but most of the equipment I'm
trained in is obsolete in this sector. Harmonic impulse engines, Necklin
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