“It appears that the slave ship AI has been through this before and has happily accepted you as the new owner,” said Rosie, her voice tinged with ...isgust at the other ship’s willingness to roll over.“So what have I just acquired?” asked Colin.“It was an Artist -class replenishment ship for the House Rutger’s Navy,” said Rosie, “before it fell into the hands of the LiveBody Consortium.”“The what?” asked Yana.“The LiveBody Consortium is a Tor based company that specialises in providing ‘to order’. Missy looked around the class again. The blond kid looked up and around and spied her. Her hand jumped away from her crotch. He smiled. Did he see anything? Shit. She shouldn’t be doing this in class. Missy scowled at him and his smile faded in confusion.With both hands back on the table she thought of keeping Jeffery locked in her room like a prisoner. Just like her father had talked about in Vietnam. She could build a bamboo cage and lock him up. Make him sit in a small chair naked while she. Once we were outside and the door had closed, he explained. “I know that you have classes, but Holly suggested that I ask you to help us with a case. U.S. Marshals are trying to protect a federal judge that someone took a shot at two days ago. Yesterday, they took another shot at him, and wounded one of the Marshals guarding him. The shooter is a sniper using a damn good suppressor.“The Marshals asked us for some help with traffic control and some extra eyes. We have SWAT out trying to locate. By the time he drew the knife, I’d have put him on the floor with a perfectly executed karate strike, or one of the two women would have shot him. Less funny was Katya finding a compact, two-shot pistol in Connie’s purse.“I specifically said ‘no guns’,” I growled. “I should call this off based on simple disrespect!”“You’re packing!” Connie protested. “And so is your Russian whore!”I saw Katya tense, and I wondered for a split second if she was going to shoot Connie on general principles. And I.