root-book

The head of an interstellar crime syndicate was brought up on a hard world, and it taught him the value of keeping a hand in every pocket. Case in point, a few pockets over at the deep space reconnaissance facility. Those guys make crumbs peeping through telescopes all day: why shouldn''''t they earn a little on the side? And what''''s the harm if he hears about a fresh planet a little higher up the grape vine?