Back on Caikuang Station, they left Hopkirk without another word.
When they had returned they had been prepared, and five guns pointing at her had avoided any difficulties. She had of course denied any knowledge of a deception, but the threat of selling Hoffmann’s wristcomp had allowed then to quickly lever an immediate, and larger payment. On the return trip, Hoffman and her crew had found themselves virtual prisoners on their own craft.
“It hasn’t been a pleasure doing business with you” concluded Laura. “Don’t bother me again: your complicity in out little raid is easy to reveal.”
Hopkirk did not look happy.