"That'll bring us to 36760 tonnes of chow for you" Rhyme stated, strolling through the warehouse district he had reserved for the purpose of more quickly delivering his goods directly at the starport with dockmaster in tow. "Which should keep things rolling in good health for a while yet. We'll need these yards sorted out pretty damn quickly, however, to make room for additional incoming. The Zoners have been pressing us on all sides to keep these shipments from coming through but I expect we'll have this volume again shortly regardless." He chuckled, suddenly, recalling the events of the last few days aboard FP 9. "Right then, I think that should settle things nicely."
