[i]85 is still a lot…[/i] Light sent back. Then he thought about the near miss they’d had only a few days before. If they were going to make more money with dangerous jobs, they had to invest in their own protection. Even he knew that.

[i]…But these scarabs sound like a better investment than the blister turret. Frankly I don’t like the idea of excavating a vulnerability into the side of my ship if we’re not even sure we’ll be able to fire it. The scarabs have a very low install cost by comparison.[/i]

“I’ll let them go for 90, but no less.” Rodion retorted.

“87.5, for a loyal customer?” Light offered.

“Hmmm. No. 90 is final.” He concluded; Light sagged.

“Ok, 90 it is.” Rodion’s features lit up. He grasped Light’s manipular and shook it vigorously.

“Good! Very good! You will like these, very high-quality machines.”

Rodion marked the location of a Tindrel Mountain-class science vessel somewhere within the scrapyard. “Here is where scarabs came from. My crew are very sure spare parts inside. I send someone with you, make sure you’re ok but also you only take what you came for, eh?” He laughed again, slapped Light’s suit jovially. It wobbled like jelly.

“Come back here when you done. I will have scarabs ready to load onto your ship after payment.”