Mark Reinsberg

“ Henry took off for Titan.
Jake turned to Matt. "Look," he said, "I arranged it so Henry would take the letter because I wanted to talk to you. When you come right down to it, Matt, what need do we have for three people in the deal?"
Matt slowly nodded his thick black head of hair, as comprehension spread over his features.
"With just two people to divide up the pot, our shares would be fifteen million apiece," said Jake. ”

“ This oxygen cargo is the most valuable stuff in the solar system right now."
"Aw come on," said Matt. "All you have to do is breathe to get a lung full of it. Is this some joke?"
"Eight dead men aren't my idea of a joke," said Henry, a frown crossing his pudgy features.
"All right," said Jake. "This was top secret information on Titan. There's been a bad leak in the city dome. They're losing tons of air every day, and so far no one's been able to find the hole." ”

“ They landed on Japetus.
"Now, one of us has to deliver the ultimatum," said Jake. "One of us has to go back to Titan and tell them our terms."
"Isn't that pretty risky?" said Matt. "They'll hold that guy hostage."
"No, we aren't doing it that way." Jake withdrew an envelope from his coat. "We just get there and mail this registered letter to the city manager. It says, deliver the money to Hyperion, and no monkey business or we destroy the oxygen. That means, the city dies if anyone tries to tail us or pull a double cross."
"They won't take a chance when so many lives are at stake," said Henry. ”