"Visitor, Tower?"
"Civilian requests conference about pick-up job, Lancaster. Are you free?"
"I am free for Terra, Tower."
"Prepare to receive visitor, Lancaster. Good luck on the job."
"Aye-firm. Over and off."
Farradyne went below and rode the bottom step of the landing ramp on its way out of the spacelock. He reached the ground with the arrival of a port jeep, which brought his visitor to him.
"You're Charles Farradyne? I'm Carl Brenner. I'm told you are free for Terra. Is that right?"
"That's right."
Brenner nodded. He looked around. The jeep was idling and making enough noise so that the driver, sitting in the machine, could not possibly hear anything that was being said. The driver was not even interested in them; something in the distance had caught his eye and he was giving it all his attention. Satisfied, Brenner leaned forward and in a low voice said: "Let me see what you've got."
Farradyne shook his head. "Who, me?" he asked, as though he did not know what Brenner was talking about.