"What’s on it?" he asked.
But that was before the Event Horizon distress signal flickered across every screen in the Belt. Before the corporate newsfeeds called it a "gravitational anomaly." Before the girl with the brass knuckles and a stolen nav chip slid into his booth and said, "You’re the only salvage rat who knows how to crack a pre-warp black box." interstellar doyle
Doyle looked at her. Looked at the chip. Then at the wanted poster of himself stapled to the bar’s corkboard — two systems old, but still flattering. "What’s on it