Retief picked up the needler and handed it to Lyn. "Hang on to this,"
he said. "You may need it yet."
* * * * *
A cold wind whipped the ramp as dawn lightened the sky.
"It's hard to believe," Corasol said. "What made him do it?"
"He saw a chance to own it all."
"He can have it," Corasol's communicator beeped. He put it to his ear.
"Everything's ship-shape and ready to lift," a tiny voice said.