Cosmo laughed without humor. "Up to your old tricks, eh Bemmelman?"
"What d'you mean?" The red-faced planter looked faintly rattled. He took a threatening step.
"You kick me again," said Cosmo, "and I'll kill you if I have to bite you to death."
Mia giggled nervously.
"Well?" said Bemmelman. "That's my proposition. Take it or leave it."
"What about me?" asked Cosmo.
"You're worth fifty thousand monad on the hoof, Cosmo. Yes sir. I'm going to turn you and your men over to the Security Patrol."
"Suppose I talk?"
"Talk?" Bemmelman threw back his head and roared. "Talk d'you say? Who'll believe anything the Renegade says?"
"A nice point," Cosmo conceded dryly. "But what about Mia?"