Rodion let out a booming, sardonic laugh. “You misunderstand me! I said you can have the parts and labour for free. You think I pay you one hundred million to clear out some harmless little bugs? Look around; I have hundreds of men, women and droids who would do it themselves for that amount. No – call me nosy but I don’t mind seeing what that new rig of yours can do. That’s only reason this offer still stands.”

“And how much are the other two options?” Light asked politely, casting a worried glance back towards the ship. He was keen to avoid confrontation with this burly man and his legions of goons when escape was so far away.

“Hmmm. Twenty million for the 88-T and uh…one forty million for the MAC.” There was another call from the scaffolding in Bulgarian but Rodion silenced it with a raised hand. His beady eyes shone greedily in the sparklight.