Serrin groaned audibly. His credsticks were running low uncomfortably fast. "Hey, you sleazeball, what about that Atlantean business? Hell, you ripped me off big-time on that one. If we’d split it, we’d have made fifty thou apiece for that fake drek we sold ’em." The Atlantean Foundation probably still believed the "artifacts" were genuine. That scam had been a real joy.