"It's not my grandmother," I retorted. "Why the Code, Tommy? What's up?"
"Taxes," said Jenkins, "skirt-lengths, and the Big Chief's blood
pressure. Sparks, how far are you from Iapetus?"
I checked traj swiftly on my flight record. "About fifteen hours," I
answered. "Twelve, maybe. Why?"
"Well, you'd better make it ten. Because we just got word the Cosmic
Corporation freighter _Gemini_ is closing in on Yappy with exactly the
same thing you're carrying--a cargo of flower seeds! Orders are to beat
them there at all costs. That is all. _Salujo!_" And he signed off.