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Rudy and I entered the industrial facility. Technicians operated equipment while engineers monitored the huge status board along one wall.
With the exception of me and Rudy, everyone in the room was Vietnamese. That’s kind of how things shake out in Artemis. A few people who know one another emigrate, they set up a service of some kind, then they hire their friends. And of course, they hire people they know. Tale as old as time, really.
The workers ignored us as we wound between machinery and a maze of high-pressure pipes. Mr. Ðoàn watched from his chair in the center of the status wall. He made eye contact with Rudy and nodded slowly.
Rudy stopped just behind a man cleaning an air tank. He tapped the man on his shoulder. “Pham Binh?”
Binh turned around and grunted. His weathered face wore a permanent scowl.
“Mr. Binh. Your wife, Tâm, was at Doc Roussel’s this morning.”
“Yeah,” he said. “She’s clumsy.”
Rudy turned his Gizmo around. The screen showed a woman with bruises on her face. “According to the doc, she has a black eye, a hematoma on her check, two bruised ribs, and a concussion.”
“She’s clumsy.”
Rudy handed me the Gizmo and punched Binh squarely in the face.
In my delinquent youth I’d had a few run-ins with Rudy. I can tell you he’s a strong son of a bitch. He never punched me or anything. But one time he restrained me with one hand while typing on his Gizmo with the other. I was trying really hard to get away too. His grip was like an iron vise. I still think about that sometimes late at night.
Binh crumpled to the ground. He tried to get to his hands and knees but couldn’t. When you can’t get off the ground in the moon’s gravity, you are seriously out of it.
Rudy knelt down and pulled Binh’s head off the ground by the hair. “Let’s see…yes that cheek is swelling up nicely. Now for the black eye…” He rabbit-punched the barely conscious man in the eye then let his head fall to the ground.
Binh, now in a fetal position, moaned, “Stop…”
Rudy stood and took his Gizmo back from me. He held it so we could both see. “Two bruised ribs, right? The fourth and fifth on the left side?”
“Looks like it,” I agreed.
He kicked the prone man in the side. Binh tried to cry out but had no breath to scream with.
“I’ll just assume he has a concussion from one of those head punches,” Rudy said. “Wouldn’t want to take things too far.”
The other techs had stopped to watch the spectacle. Seve
ral of them were smiling. Ðoàn, still in his chair, had the slightest hint of approval on his face.
“This is how it’s going to go, Binh,” Rudy said. “Whatever happens to her happens to you from now on. Got that?”
Binh wheezed on the floor.
“Got that?!” Rudy asked, louder this time.
Binh nodded fervently.
“Good.” He smiled. He turned to me. “There’s your package, Jazz. Approximately one hundred kilograms to be delivered to Doc Roussel. Charge it to the Security Services account.”
“Got it,” I said.
That’s how justice works around here. We don’t have jails or fines. If you commit a serious crime, we exile you to Earth. For everything else, there’s Rudy.
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After that “special delivery” I did a few more mundane pickups and drop-offs. Mostly items from the port to home addresses. But I did nab a contract to move a bunch of boxes from a residence back to the port. I love helping people move. They usually tip well. That day’s move was pretty modest—a young couple relocating back to Earth.
The woman was pregnant. You can’t gestate a baby in lunar gravity—it leads to birth defects. And you can’t raise a baby here, anyway. It’s terrible for bone and muscle development. When I moved here I was six years old—that was the minimum age for residency back then. Since then they’ve bumped it up to twelve. Should I be worried?
