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The waitress came back with their glasses. "Ici, for you" Paul stuffed in a handful of Gallic bancnotes in her cleavage. She smiled "Merci beaucoup, how generous of you..."

Then he turned back to the two. "Don't worry about that deal with the plants, mon ami. No risque, no fun, right?"
He handed them over their glasses "There are many "test subjects", if you prefer to call them this way. They just don't know it yet. We will see les results, puis we will decide if it is la bonne chose or not. Alors, it is not like we do it for the first time. It is the same as with the orange dust, after all."

"Cheers" They all took a sip of wine. "You also wanted to talk about future deals. Bien, here is something we will need, in large quantities. Anything used to build navettes....ships, but not scrap, I am talking about the industrial and miltary materials." He leaned back, studying the other guests.

"Oh, if you want to do something "useful", we have 12 lounges ici, with a wide variety of choices, mes amis..."

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