"Blockade, for starters."
"The UIPS will not permit your interference with our operations."
"Is that the formal response of your Government to my request?"
A short pause. "No."
"Then I suggest you dispense with posturing and arrange to receive the inventory crews. Please instruct all Masters of transports and other ships doing business with your depot to cooperate with our agents."
Another voice cut in, heavy with anger.
"No goddamned shakedown artists are coming aboard my ship."
Brad motioned Drummer to give him the mike, indicating by his facial expression that the intruder did not deserve a direct response from Drummer's level.
"This is Commander Curtin," Brad said with low-toned authority, "Executive to Admiral Drummer. Who speaks?"
He winked at Drummer, who leaned back in his chair, grinning.