"Space Station Boarding Form."
When nothing was placed in my hand after several seconds, I looked up and saw a very smug looking face.
"Don't have one."
I took a deep breath.
"Under Clause 7, Subsection A6, no visitor may board-"
He revealed a gold card in a way that made it clear he thought it was a trump card.
"I have an Alliance Megapass."
I looked between it and him.
"I have no idea what that is."
He threw such a tantrum that security was forced to control him, which allowed me to pocket the Megapass for selling later.
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