“No, this is the cargo we were contracted to carry. Anything else is likely coming in on a different ship. We’re sorry if it isn’t as big as you were expecting, but it’s all there. Fourteen magnetic constrictors for a Kalideo Type VIII fusion reactor. Medical supplies, reserve generator ignition cells and twenty-one dresses from Carousel Boutique Designs, LLC.” She took a deep breath. “This is the station specified for drop off. Can we please get paid now?”
