She wanted it so badly she could practically taste the desire.  It didn’t matter that she already
owned one.  This one was newer.  And it didn’t matter that it was damaged; she was certain she
could fix it.  Her fingers twitched at the thought of caressing its surfaces.  

“Hey, tall, dark and gorgeous,” John said.  “Thinking about buying that?  Or stealing it?”

“Taking it at gunpoint.”  

You already own one.”

“It’s the latest model --”

“-- after being flown into a brick wall, Aeryn,” he interrupted.

“It’s the new Prowler Gamma model, John.  Faster, more powerful , enhanced weapons.”

“No.”

“But --”

“No.”

“Frell.”  


                                                        
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