"He saw a chance to own it all."
"He can have it," Corasol's communicator beeped. He put it to his ear. "Everything's ship-shape and ready to lift," a tiny voice said.
Corasol turned to Retief. "Let's go aboard."
"Hold it," Retief said. "There's someone coming."
Corasol spoke into the communicator. "Keep him covered."
The man slogging across the concrete was short, wrapped in heavy garments. Over his head a white cloth fluttered from a stick.
"From the set of those bat-ears, I'd say it was the good corporal."
"I wonder what he wants."
Sozier stopped twenty feet from Retief and Corasol.
"I want to ... ah ... talk to you, Corasol," he said.