At a signal from the Ap-GG-12C, Ypsilanti unclinched and backed the
_Joe Nordo III_, reducing orbital velocity until the astraplane was
a bright speck. He unstrapped, floated down to my couch, and said,
"Papers." I took the GG Travel Book from my chest pocket. The pilot
flipped the pages and sneered, "A hunter! Hunt what?"
"Man-eaters. The Jury asked Galactic Government to destroy the Hog. GG
sent me. Can't this wait until you ground this thing?"