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Late twenties at a guess. knew who he
represented before he spoke.
"Hello Ripley, Can we talk? I'm Bill; Bill Keys. I work with the company.
Hope I'm not too early?"
started, but caught herself in time from slamming the door in his face.
The last company 'okay guy' assigned to 's had attempted to deliver them to
the wolves for money. wisely decided to at least hear him out, it
couldn't do any harm. But this time wouldn't allow herself to make the
mistake of forgetting what he was, not even for an instant.
"Now is as good a time as any, I guess", said without much enthusiasm.
"You're kinda early for a housecall, aren't you?"
"Ah, yes, I wanted to catch you before you left for work." He noted the
sheets and pillow still lying on the floor and said nothing, remembering
Ripleys psych reports.
"As you know, Mr Burke arranged the return of your commercial flight
officers license in exchange for your help on the rescue mission."
"And?"
"The decision as to whether it will be returned will be made after the joint
military and civilian court of inquiry", he took a breath,
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