"Gangsters!" Ranjit wheezed. "I ain't seen a gangster in twenty years! I fought them in the Crime War! I—"
"Shut up, old man," Vicenzo ordered. His sideburns twitched around his cruel mouth. "Everything fixed here, Henry?"
"Are you into this, Henry?" Ranjit said.
Vicenzo snarled, "I told you to shut up!"
"Let me talk to you alone, Vicenzo," Henry said.
"Spill it now. Is this all the crew? Did you smash communications?"
"Yes," Henry admitted. "The old man is the crew. The others just came aboard."
"Why didn't you fix the other ship?" Vicenzo said. "We had to clamp on, because it was blocking the valve. We came through it, and you hadn't even smashed the radio. There might've been a crew aboard, for all you knew."
"Vicenzo's a streak, kid," Aziz said. The short, wide man's sallow face looked horrible behind the faceplate. "You oughta done like Vicenzo said," he advised. "You won't get nowhere goofin' like dat or—Hey, take a check on the doll! I never thought to see nothin' like dat on a sweeper! Lucky me!"
"She's not in this," Henry said. "She's from the other ship. Leave her alone, Aziz."