It looked like a radio-controlled hovercraft.  Crichton watched, unconvinced, as the merchant
piloted the airborne device around the interior of the building.

“For a child,” the smiling alien said.  “A toy, generous sir.”

“Hang on.”  John stuck his head out the door, spotted Aeryn, and called to her.  “Need you!”

She arrived at a lope.  Her verdict was delivered in a tone that left no room for argument.  “Turn
that off.  Now!”

The black and red object drifted to a stop.

“Bomb?” John asked.

“Very large bomb.”

“Anti-personnel?”

“Half a city.”

The shopkeeper glanced at the nondescript ‘toy’ and fainted.


                                                        
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