Market Surplus

[Croft]

"No I think we have ourselves an understanding."

The two men shake hands briefly and break apart. Fattore gives a small nod and heads to the door.

"It's been a pleasure Mr Gatz, I look forward to making us both very rich men." He adds, exiting the office with another small nod.

A few minutes later Fattore is back in his ship, the engines flare white propelling the Kestrel into space. The autopilot kicks in, dragging the small ship into the tradelane towards Manhattan. In the cockpit, Fattore stretches back into his seat grinning.

"One down, six more to go."

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