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obligations
in the transaction.’
    Mas temporarily put aside her burning desire
to avenge herself on these people. The compound was her priority
and she had to secure it no matter what. The exorbitant price
attached to it was of no concern to her as her clients had accepted
it without pause - she just had to hope that they didn’t suddenly
develop a case of cold feet when payment was required.’
    ‘I will need to see the compound before I
initiate payment,’ Mas said.
    ‘One of the personnel lurking at the back
promptly stepped forward, holding up a steel canister that had
previously been out of view.’
    ‘As a sign of good faith,’ said Hopital, ‘Dr
Fall has added twenty five percent extra of the compound. Enough to
do a lot of damage. Unfortunately, because there is no safe way to
open the canister, I would humbly ask you to refer back to the
laboratory analysis for its authority.’
    ‘Give me my glasses and free my hands and
I’ll make payment.’
    ‘Very well. Before I do, however, I should
inform you that we are hovering above a Guatemalan swampland where
a body is unlikely to ever be found. To remain on board you will
need to be on your best behaviour.’
    The assistants set about removing Mas’s
handcuffs and her utility glasses were returned to her.
    ‘If you please,’ said Hopital.
    Mas put on the glasses and with a series of
voice codes and a retina scan, payment was made.
    The co-pilot emerged from the cockpit. ‘You
wanted to know when payment was made,’ he said to Hopital.
    ‘Thank you,’ said Hopital. He smirked at Mas.
‘You have been very professional. The canister you have just bought
will be handed over to you on your departure from our craft. First,
though, let us cast our eyes to the future. There is a danger to Dr
Fall that you may feel you have unfinished business. At Stamford
Transaction Facilitators we take steps to ensure such things do not
happen. It is a part of our after care service.’
    ‘You mean after service care,’ snapped Mas
with an angry glint, taking off her glasses and rising from the
chair.
    Hopital signaled to his team with a nod,
prompting two assistants to rush at Mas’s flanks, grabbing hold of
her arms.
    ‘Need I repeat my warning?’ said Hopital. ‘We
sell canisters of toxin but we do not sell parachutes. And we are
very high up. Fortunately for you, we are willing to share. It just
requires compliance and a little patience as I introduce you to a
friend of mine.’
    He whistled sharply and a black Jack Russell
terrier ran to his feet. ‘Her name is Blast. She is a trained
signature dog. Do you understand what that means?’
    Mas just glared.
    ‘It means when I give the command it will
take in the target’s scent and it will remember it permanently. In
this case, the target will be you.’ Hopital clicked his fingers and
the dog busily started sniffing at Mas’s feet.
    ‘I ain’t no street post,’ said Mas, pulling
back.
    ‘Don’t worry. She’s only sniffing. And that’s
all we need. You can change your appearance, you can alter your
fingerprints, you can fake your ID card, but the one thing that can
never be manipulated is your scent. That’s what makes a
well-trained K9 so useful. You can rest assured if we need to find
you, you’ll be tracked.’ Hopital clapped his hands two times and
yelled, ‘Blast, remember!’
    The dog took one more sniff at Mas and sat
erectly at her feet.
    ‘The command has been given,’ said Hopital.
‘Your scent has been recorded to memory and Blast will never forget
it. That is Dr Fall’s insurance policy.’
    Mas glanced at him coldly. ‘I value my
privacy.’
    Hopital shrugged indifferently. ‘Then we will
give you some privacy courtesy of Stamford TF.’ He looked to the
assistants grappling onto her arms. ‘Throw her out.’
    Mas was promptly dragged to the cargo hold’s
side door, which shot open to the roar of rotor blades and a rush
of cold air. Hopital came up from behind, strapping on a