"It's a cinch."
"Speed is everything, don't forget." Channing sipped the foamy head and amber liquid. "How long will it take you?"
"Three days out to Targoff in sub-space, a day on Targoff. Three to reach Deneb. A week, Bryan."
"That's a long time. Well, I guess that's it. And Nick?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't find any more planets on the way."
Channing called State and arranged the appointment with Qui Dor exactly seven days hence, suggesting that Sarchix of Deneb also be invited. Mrs. Delacourt, too. Might as well make everyone happy.
"So tomorrow your plan goes into effect," the copy told Channing in their hotel room.
Channing looked up from his magazine in surprise. "How did you know that?"