Starport. George R.r. Martin

Starport - George R.r. Martin


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      GIMME A BREAK,

      SARGE. THE GUY TOOK

      OFF! WHAT THE HELL

      WERE WE SUPPOSED

      TO DO?

      RUN HIM

      DOWN–THE WAY

      WE DID WHEN I

      WAS ON THE

      STREETS!

      IT WAS A SIMPLE

      PURSE-SNATCHING,

      MORELLO. MAYBE IF

      YOU SPENT MORE TIME

      IN THE GYM AND LESS

      IN THE DONUT SHOP,

      RUNNING DOWN A

      SUSPECT WOULDN’T

      BE SO...

      NO OFFENSE,

      SERGEANT

      MONDRAGON, BUT

      WHEN YOU WERE ON

      THE STREETS, THE

      PURSE-SNATCHERS

      DIDN’T HAVE

      WINGS!

      EXCUSE ME?

      YEAH. HE

      WASN’T RUNNING

      AWAY. THE LITTLE

      PISSANT COULD

      FLY.

      ...AS I

      SAID.

      BUT WE’VE

      ALREADY ASSIGNED

      HALF A DOZEN MEN

      TO THE HOTEL. AND I

      CAN’T GIVE EVERY

      VISITING DIGNITARY A

      FULL DETAIL...

      ...I

      UNDERSTAND,

      BUT THAT WAS

      THE POPE!

      THEN TELL

      TOPMAN TO CALL

      THE MAYOR AND GET

      US APPROVED FOR

      MORE OVERTIME!

      NO, I DON’T

      NEED TO TALK TO

      TOPMAN MYSELF.

      NO REALLY,

      THERE’S...

       STAMM!

      NO, I WASN’T

      TALKING TO YOU,

      AND I DON’T KNOW

      WHAT THAT MEANS IN

      YOUR LANGUAGE.

      CAN YOU GIVE ME

      A MOMENT,

      PLEASE?

      EMILE, IF

      YOU LIGHT THAT THING,

      I SWEAR I’M GOING TO

      SHOVE IT RIGHT UP

      YOUR–

      NO, I’M STILL

      HERE. I WAS

      SPEAKING TO SOME-

      ONE ELSE...YES, AND

      TO YOU CHAY’ASH

      LENAERHI. A PLEASURE.

      THIS IS LIEUTENANT

      KELLEHER.

      YES, PROFIT

      TO YOUR HOUSE,

      TOO. YES, OF COURSE

      WE UNDERSTAND THE

      IMPORTANCE OF

      THESE TALKS...

      TOPMAN,

      WE’LL DO EVERYTHING

      IN OUR POWER TO

      PROTECT THE TRADE

      ENVOY, BUT YOU MUST

      UNDERSTAND...

      FINE. YOU SPEAK TO THE MAYOR! AND TO THE GOVERNOR.

      HELL, YOU

      MIGHT AS WELL

      SPEAK TO THE

      PRESIDENT. MAYBE

      SHE’LL BE ABLE

      TO HELP

      YOU!

      STAMM, I

      WARNED YOU

      ABOUT THAT

      CIGAR.

      SORRY,

      LIEUTENANT.

      I MUST NOT HAVE

      HEARD...

      I DIDN’T

      WANT TO

      EAVESDROP.

      WORD IS

      YOU’RE GOING TO

      STICK ME WITH A

      NEW PARTNER.

      DETECTIVE

      CHARLES K. BAKER, A

      TRANSFER FROM THE

      22ND. SEVEN YEARS ON

      THE FORCE, JUST GOT

      HIS GOLD SHIELD.

      C’MON, L.T.,

      GIMME A BREAK.

      YOU KNOW I DON’T

      DO VIRGINS.

      STAMM, WHAT

      I KNOW IS YOU GO

      THROUGH PARTNERS LIKE

      A HYPOCHONDRIAC GOES

      THROUGH KLEENEX. BAKER

      IS SUPPOSED TO BE A

      GOOD COP.

      YEAH, SO

      WHERE THE

      HELL IS THIS

      PARAGON?

      GOOD

      POINT. HE’S

      LATE.

      JUST WHAT

      WE NEED–A

      DETECTIVE WHO

      CAN’T EVEN FIND

      HIS OWN DESK.

      HEY, MAN,

      WHY DON’T YOU

      LOCK UP THE FREAKIN’

      ALIENS INSTEAD?

      YOU OUGHT

      TO ARREST THEM

      FOR SELLING

      THAT CRAP!

      EARTH

      FIRST, EH?

      YOU BOYS

      LOOK GOOD

      BEHIND

      BARS.

      EXCUSE ME,

      OFFICER, BUT

      THERE’S BEEN A

      MISTAKE. I’M

      A COP.

      HELL,

      YEAH. ME,

      TOO!

      YEAH, MAN!

      AND I LOST MY

      GUN AS WELL. CAN

      I HAVE THAT

      BACK NOW?

      HEHEH...

      SCREW

      YOU. I’M WITH THE FBI!

      MMM-

      HMMM.


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