Laara flashed a smile. "How'm I doing, Heck?"
"I don't know. I just don't know."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Laara asked in a hurt voice. "By noon I ought to have the whole procurement force, and you say—"
"Crooks. Gangsters."
"What did you expect, a staff of Little Lord Fauntleroys? After all, if they have to burgle—"
"Burgle!"
"Of course. We don't have any working capital. How do you expect to get any merchandise to sell? We burgle it—but safely—via teleportation."
"That's against the law," Heck said.
Laara looked at him blankly. "Is it? Do you really care?"