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"And you are in fact a policeman, Jack." Frank spoke up. "We have gotten confirmation of your status with the Houston Police Department."

Randy was utterly relieved. So was Erisa. They had won a battle. These people would not know who 'Jack Martin' really was.

"Yes, I am a policeman. Now, Jane, you seem to have job ideas for Erisa, what about me? Do I get to build a jail for you? What do you think I would be willing to do?"

"We'll buy you a police tender, Jack!" Dave, as big as he was, was being funny.

"Actually," Sporkin turned around when he realized the joke was actually a good idea, "we will. I just made a five million dollar sale."

Beth put her hand on Randy's forearm. It was partly to brace herself, and partly to comfort him. "Jack, there is a role for the police up here. Communities of colonies are forming. You seem awfully smart. What if you had a role as sheriff? A police tender with a doctor would not be bad. You could contribute by helping keep people alive and functioning socially."

"Yes, we could offer that as a service. Capsules could pay a monthly maintenance fee. You could support the community. I am a trained doctor Jack, a specialist in internal medicine. I could go with you." It was Angela.