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"I don't know. I just don't know."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Laara asked in a hurt voice. "By noon I
ought to have the whole procurement force, and you say--"
"Crooks. Gangsters."
"What did you expect, a staff of Little Lord Fauntleroys? After all, if
they have to burgle--"
"Burgle!"
"Of course. We don't have any working capital. How do you expect to get
any merchandise to sell? We burgle it--but safely--via teleportation."
"That's against the law," Heck said.