Chapter 13Peterson was late jacking into the auction. Reports did that to him. It was a mutual thing. He was late with reports, and they made him late for life. He decided to save time by jacking into the auction while en route to Telsai aboard the suborbital.
The spaceport was a crush of bodies so scentified he might have gone bodyshopping on aroma alone. He endured long registration lines, not wanting to blow his cover. Glasma panes set in a blasteel-girder lattice soared overhead, the chatter of wave-cancelers the dominant sound, muting the susuruss of suit and slack. Impassive faces of impatient passengers populated the boarding area, the boarding wait a boring one, most having jacked themselves elsewhere.
He filed aboard, cattle-herded, and squeezed into a seat near the back, right
