"
Grinningly shaking his hand, Cade said, "Good point, indeed. Seems to me,
though, that anybody that valuable oughta be wearing gold and have the keys to
the ship."
The guy laughed, "Damned right, but it'll never happen."
Cade reached for a sandwich, but the guy moved the tray away and said, "Nah,
these have been out there all morning, man. They're stale as hell. I'm supposed
to pull them."
"Got any more behind the bar?"
"Not yet. In an hour or so it'll be time to set out the lunch snackies,
though. Can you hold on that long?"
"No," Cade said firmly, reaching for the tray again and getting a grip on
it. "Stale is fine; I'm starving. I'll bring you the tray in a few minutes. It
won't leave this room."
Sounding a bit like Jim Carey, the guy raised his hands clear and said,
"Well, all righty, then."
"Fanks," Cade said around some ham and cheese.
"No problem. I thought they fed you guys. Or paid you enough to afford food,
anyway."
Swallowing the last of the first sandwich, Cade said, "Special
circumstances," and started on the next sandwich.
Someone reaching for potato chips nudged his arm and the tray tilted
sharply.
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