"I just made a mistake, that's all. You don't hear much about Terra out there. It was different in my father's day. It must have been different."
"Yeah."
"I haven't any character references on Terra, but I can post a good-sized bond if they'll release my ISS units."
The space-freight agent glanced up at Craig at the remark.
"Anyway, I can get my units anywhere ISS has a base," Craig continued. "I can handle anything up to 15 Gs acceleration without a new license. I can go heavier if I get a check ride."
The fat man leaned forward in the protesting chair. "You got everything, but you can't go. I can't hire you."
"Why not?"
"Look, kid—Craig, is it?—how long you been in?"
"Four days. I'm still working on my work clearances."
"Four days. You tried Intergalactic to see if they'd take you back?"