“Rocinante,” a familiar voice replied. “Medina Station here.” “Fred,” Holden said with a sigh. “Problem?” “You guys aren’t landing? I’m betting you could use a few—” “Can I help you with something?” Holden said over the top of him. “Yeah, you can. Call me after you’ve docked. I have business to discuss.” “Dammit,” Holden said after he’d killed the connection. “You ever get the sense that the universe is out to get you?” “Sometimes I get the sense that the universe is out to get you,” Amos said with a grin. “It’s fun to watch.”
