Free Crusade For Vengeance (Dark Vengeance Book 2) by Adrian D Roberts

a datapad plugged in.  Scribe dropped into a large comfy work chair behind the table.
    “So what can I do for you?  Off on holiday, Sneaker?”
    There were no other doors in the room.  Valerie moved over and leaned against the wall opposite the entrance.  With no other chairs, the two girls stood by Sneaker in the middle.  None of them got directly between her and the door.
    “I need complete sets of passports, ID’s and DNA masks for these three.  They have to be good enough to get them onto Olympus and back again.”
    “DNA masks?  That’s expensive, Sneaker, and why all three?  I can imagine the beauty, oh-so-casually leaning against the wall and watching the door, may well have got on the wrong list, but not these young ones.”
    Sneaker shrugged as though it was of no concern.  “What’s the point of giving the authorities more than you need to?  As you say, they’re young and I think they’ll be around for a while.  It’ll pay me back in the long run.  You know how I like to be careful.”
    “Hmm.  OK.  It’s your money.  Please step forward ladies so I can get a baseline.”  Hanna went first and stood in front of the bio scanner.  A spread of lasers swept her from head to toe, taking a simple measurement of her dimensions.  Deni went next and when Valerie stepped forward she kept her eyes closed and fists clenched.  She didn’t want Scribe taking a record of her finger and retinal prints.
    Once the scans were complete, Scribe leaned forward and accessed his datapad.  He spent several minutes flipping through various files while they waited patiently before looking up.
    “You’re in luck.  I already have the DNA sequences on file with a close enough match.”  Faking a DNA scanner was not complicated.  A spray similar to the common skinseal could be used to layer your hands in someone else’s DNA.  As long as the sequence you were using matched your basic body type, such as skin colour, height and ethnicity, no one would be the wiser.   If you gave the authorities cause to look at you more closely, it would be no protection.  All they would need is the smallest hair or blood sample and they would know instantly something was wrong.
    “It will take a few days and you can pay on delivery.  The price will be two hundred thousand, payable in metals.”  Valerie raised her eyebrows.  Payment in rare metals was not surprising, but the price was very steep.  On one of her more covert missions for the Legion, her five person team from Shadow Company had been caught on a Boundary world.  Their covers blown, along with their exit, she needed to buy the services of Scribe’s counterpart to get off world.  For five ID’s and DNA masks, it cost her half the price Scribe wanted today.
    “That’s over the top, Scribe,” Sneaker argued.  “First you try to poach one of my Crew and then rob me blind.  Fifty thousand on a Bullion chip.”
    “Hah.  That was quite rude of me.  One fifty, metals.”
    “Rude?  You did it right in front of me.  One hundred, in metals.”
    “Now who’s robbing who blind?” Scribe said, waving his arms in the air.  “How can I afford to feed my children on a measly hundred?” 
    Sneaker raised his eyebrows.  “Children?  Really?”
    “Alright, alright.  It’s nonsense but a classic.  One hundred in metals.”
    “Excellent.”  Sneaker leaned across the table with his hand outstretched.  “It’s always good to do business with you.”
    “So it should be for a hundred grand.”  Scribe accused, but it was only light sarcasm, with no vindictiveness behind it.
    “You’re welcome to come by the casino while in town and try to win the difference,” Sneaker offered.
    “I might well do.  Miss Carter isn’t the only thing I’ve been hearing about.  Word is The Dawning Sun is the place to be, if you want to have a good night and do some decent business on the side.  I’ve even heard some are calling it neutral ground.”
    “We