The end of Victor Franks.

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The Akiyama business flourished on Planet Honshu. It was the oldest profession in all time, at least on the face of it. Many men would visit it from many worlds. It was not high class enough that the noblemen of Kusari used it, but it was reputable enough, especially amongst the transport pilots who frequently traded with the ports on the planet.

It intercepted a short burst pulse transmission. More importantly, it was here that this message was decrypted. The Kempeitai thought they heard something, but it was so faint that it was dismissed by Shishio Takuma aboard the Kusari Destroyer Arakai just outside Planet Honshu. He was looking forward to getting this fortnight's pay to spend on getting air-conditioning all through his apartment.

The hostess lady of the brothel left her desk and traversed through the brothel. She was heading to the back of the establishment, past the kitchen to a room with a fat man inside. This man read the decrypted transmission that she pulled out of her kimono. He read it and nodded. Three minutes later the hostess lady was back behind her desk. Five minutes after this a girl was in front of her. Thirty seven minutes later this girl left the building discreetly, just as everyone else did. No-one saw her.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.