 Why do Starre, Bob, and Quezy work together, despite having goals that are at odds with one another?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Summer 1945. Not only that, we're rich! Queazy discharged their tremendous inertia into the motive-tubes in such a manner that the big, powerful ship was moving at the same rate as the asteroid below—47.05 miles per second. "She checks down to the last dimension," Bob chortled, working with slide-rule and logarithm tables. While Queazy—so called because his full name was Quentin Zuyler—dropped the ship straight down to the smooth surface of the asteroid, and clamped it tight with magnetic grapples, Bob flung open the lazarette, brought out two space-suits. Moments later, they were outside the ship, with star-powdered infinity spread to all sides. And if The Interplanetary Hauling & Moving Co., hadn't been about to go on the rocks (chiefly due to the activities of Saylor & Saylor, a rival firm) neither Bob nor Queazy would have thought of sending an answering ethergram to Burnside stating that they would fill the order. And yet, if by some chance there was such a rigidly specified asteroid, their financial worries would be over. Now that he and Queazy had found the asteroid, they were desperate to get it to its destination, for fear that the Saylor brothers might get wind of what was going on, and try to beat them out of their profits. Which was not so far-fetched, because the firm of Saylor & Saylor made no pretense of being scrupulous. Now they scuffed along the smooth-plane topside of the asteroid, the magnets in their shoes keeping them from stepping off into space. The radiations from the sundered molecules traveled back up the beams to the atomic-whirl spectroscope. He and Queazy caught up with her on the side of the asteroid they hadn't yet examined. You've taken a whim to stay on an asteroid that doesn't mean anything to you one way or another. But to us—to me and Queazy here—it means our business. "It's—it's very important that this—this asteroid stay right where it is," she said huskily. The big ship had landed, and little blue sparks crackled between the hull and the asteroid as the magnetic clamps took hold. A few seconds later, the airlocks swung down, and five men let themselves down to the asteroid's surface and stood surveying the three who faced them. The two men in the lead stood with their hands on their hips; their darkish, twin faces were grinning broadly.
 The Saylor brothers are in the way for both parties, and it makes more sense to work together to take them down.
 Starre is hopeful that they can eventually help her out of her own predicament.  The Saylor brothers are in the way for both parties, and it makes more sense to work together to take them down.  Bob and Quezy don't care what happens to her after. They just want to get through the situation.  They simply don't have any other choice.