Badger and Glint left the workshop and entered crew country from the corridor into the crew's commissary. A wave of sound and smell hit them. The sound was of fifteen men and women, mostly young, celebrating their arrival at AR-32 with song and booze, hamburgers and pizza (these latter accounting for the smell), and a level of noise that had to be heard to be believed.

Celebrating landfall was an old custom among ship's crews. Columbus's men had celebrated in the same way, their arrival in the New World offering them a good excuse for a spree. That's what the arrival at AR-32 meant to the crew of the Dolomite, too: a chance to cut loose and tie one on in the secure surroundings of the commissariat, where officers were not permitted and where scanning procedures were prohibited by the strong Spacemen's Union.

Here the men could say what they wanted, and there were no ship's officers nearby or at the end of an electronic listening device ready to take their names and report them for summary discipline. The union wouldn't allow it, and Red Badger had counted on that when he made his entry.

Long Meg, a wiper third class from Sacramento back on Earth, slapped Badger on the back and pushed a bulb of beer into his face. "Where you been, Red? Not like you to miss a spree!"

"I been out to the wreck," Red said.

"What wreck? They didn't tell us about no wreck."

"No, they didn't," Red said. "That's very like them, isn't it?"

Meg pushed her face close to Badger's. "None of your bullshit. What wreck are you talking about?"

Badger grinned at her easily. "That's what the captain sent me and Glint here to investigate. It showed up on the radar and he sent me to get the flight recorder."

"Oh. Is that all?" Meg asked. "I guess the captain will tell us what was on it all in good time."

"I don't think so," Badger said. "If we knew what was on that recorder, it might change our minds about a few things."

"Come out with it, Red! What are you talking about?"

"Suppose that flight recorder showed a freighter just like ours, poking around here just like we are, then being blasted to hell by someone who didn't want them here? What about that, huh?"

"That would be serious," Meg admitted, and several other crewmen nodded agreement. "Are you saying that's what it said?"

"I'm not saying nothing," Badger said. "You can decide for yourselves."

"You took the flight indicator?"

"I listened to it in the workshop. And now I'm going to play it for you. Once you've heard it, you can come to your own conclusions."

"I hope you know what you're doing, Red," Meg said. "I'm sure the captain is expecting you to give that to him immediately."

"Don't worry," Badger said. "The message on it is pretty short."