"One in my office," said Deveet, standing up.
"Let's go. Quick, before Phobos sets."
They turned in their rods, Deveet collecting the credits for his fish, and left the Recreation Center.
When they reached the Atom-Star Company's Martian office Jonner plugged in the radiophone and called the Phobos space station. He got T'an.
"All of you get aboard," Jonner ordered. "Then have Qoqol call me."
He signed off and turned to Deveet. "Can we charter a plane to haul our Earthbound cargo out of Marsport?"
"A plane? I suppose so. Where do you want to haul it?"
"Charax is as good as any other place. But I need a fast plane."
"I think we can get it. Marscorp still controls all the airlines, but the Mars government keeps a pretty strict finger on their planetbound operations. They can't refuse a cargo haul without good reason."
"Just to play safe, have some friend of yours whom they don't know, charter the plane in his name. They won't know it's us till we start loading cargo."