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But she was running from ghosts that weren't even chasing her. To be sure, if they ever caught her up, they would demand an accounting - and Mac suspected the simple truth was not going to sit square in that reckoning - but until then she had a life to be about living.  
 
But she was running from ghosts that weren't even chasing her. To be sure, if they ever caught her up, they would demand an accounting - and Mac suspected the simple truth was not going to sit square in that reckoning - but until then she had a life to be about living.  
  
So, she called in every chit she had, and for once things came together smooth. Word in the wind had a transport ship in need of a doc, and Bella Mason, a pilot friend she'd run into from time to time while skirting the left side of lawful, was captaining that transport, ''and'' of all the folk in the empty black, gorramn Lazarus Jones was member of the bloody crew.  
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So, she called in every chit she had, and for once things came together smooth. Word in the wind had a transport ship in need of a doc, and Bella Mason, a pilot friend she'd run into from time to time while skirting the left side of lawful, was captaining that transport, ''and'' of all the folk in the empty black, gorramn Lazarus Jones was member of the gorramn crew.  
  
 
Mac had lost count of the number of times the old scrounger had come through for them during the war, dumping ammo or rations or medical supplies practically in their laps while they were caught behind lines and official word had no supplies being available. No question, she owed Lazarus her life ten times over if it was once.
 
Mac had lost count of the number of times the old scrounger had come through for them during the war, dumping ammo or rations or medical supplies practically in their laps while they were caught behind lines and official word had no supplies being available. No question, she owed Lazarus her life ten times over if it was once.

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