The planet Kimmel boasted some very glamorous night spots. This wasn’t one of them. Luke could barely conceal his disdain for the dusty decor and bland food. He tried to be civil to his dining companion, but even that was difficult. The man dressed with no sense of style or fashion. He looked like an accountant. He smelled of sweat. Ortel leaned forward. “I’m telling you, Hom Verity, this sector is ripe for the taking. You find a way to get the governor in your pocket and no one can stop you.” Luke pushed rubbery chicken across his plate with his fork. “You hear what I’m saying? With one move you could own Cygnus Sector.” Ortel wiped sweat from his forehead with his napkin. “What of Targon and Gemini? They say Cygnus isn’t worth the risk. The Patrol is too strong and the governments refuse to tolerate any hint of graft or corruption.” “They don’t live here. They don’t know the real story. I’m telling you, this could be your golden opportunity.” Luke patted his lip with his napkin.
