> > Paris pocketed her PDA-and then pulled it out of her rear > trouser > > pocket as it vibrated attention from the incoming message. > "Well," > > she said to no one in particular but Issac in specific, "The > > Captain has a cargo agreement up--still can't buy you your nice > > toy--but we've got a wee bit more operating funds--and what do > you > > need to finish getting the corpsicle tubes up and running for > low > > passenger shipment again?" > > Issac says "Just the sensor patches, and the glyc-blood additive, > and > those were in with the things we just bought. I got a box of 100 > sensor patches, and 500 doses of the glyc-blood, should keep us a > couple trips at least. They had a good price on the glyc-blood, > and > most folks need two or three doses. Now all we need are suckers to > freeze." "Right." Paris nodded at the lined, stocked shelves. "Grab what you need-WHAT YOU NEED-and let me drop a note to the Captain. Picking out a CC, she sent, "Sasha, Dame Sharda, please place advertisements for low-berth passage; we may be able to accept a minimal amount of additional passengers in mid and hi as well--stand by on the money-makers."
