"We know who our thief is," Oversk said. "You would be responsible for finding him in the act and killing him."
"I'm not a murderer," Herndon said quietly.
"You wear the garb of a spacerogue. That doesn't speak of a very high moral caliber," Oversk said.
"Besides, no one mentions murder," said Benjin. "Merely execution. Yes: execution."
Herndon locked his hands together before him and said, "I want two months' salary in advance. I want to see evidence that all of you are wearing neuronic mesh under your skins before I let the surgeon touch me."
"Agreed," Benjin said after a questioning glance around the room.
"Furthermore, I want as an outright gift the sum of nine hundred thirty golden stellors, which I spent this morning to attract the attention of a potential employer."
It was a lie, but there was cause for it. It made sense to establish a dominating relationship with these people as soon as possible. Then later concessions on their part would come easier.
"Agreed," Benjin said again, more reluctantly.
"In that case," Herndon said. "I consider myself in your employ. I'm ready to leave tonight. As soon as the conditions I state have been fulfilled to my complete satisfaction, I will submit my body to the hands of your surgeon."