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August 13, 2007

Jim: To The Belt

The flashing sign declared the next passenger ship to Ceres City would not leave for six weeks. Jack knew they’d find him long before then.

“There’s another way into the asteroids,” murmured a tall man at Jack’s shoulder.

Jack’s reply was curt. “Tell me.”

“They’re pressing a gang of rock hounds at pad sixteen,” the stranger answered before striding briskly away.

As he strapped into the cargo hold of the work transport, Jack knew it had been too damned convenient. But he’d had little choice. And after some hard gees, he’d be on his way to Asteroid 359.

Asteroid Georgia.

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