Chapter 97
Park stared up at Franco.
“Money?”
“Yes.”
At some signal he didn’t detect, Franco’s two thugs shifted a half-step closer. One of them a little slow as he’d been so childish as to be distracted by a tourist helicopter.
“First,” Park effected a calm he didn’t feel as much as he’d like, “close that noxious box. It is stinking up the very planet.”
One of them slapped the lid and it clanged shut with a crash of heavy metal that echoed down the length of the ship’s deck.
He smiled to himself. They thought to scare him, so assured of their own mental superiority. Every one of them. The Americans probably thought to dump him in the box if he didn’t pay them.
Even Rang thought he was so sly with his tiny hopes of climbing onto the Council. If Park could be assured that Rang was i
