Presumably they do.

Okay, is there a commodities market that he can drop into without it being a whole big to-do?

There's a huge junk trade in Cinci. He can drop freight containers of mixed scrap on these various outfits for cash in hand.

How much cash?

Sounds like hundreds to thousands?

Oh, cool, he can probably hire a laywer long enough to get one interested that way. Corporate lawyers with relevant jurisdictional proclivities?

Plenty of legal offices in the Policed Zone, in the center of Cincinnati.

But will they handle a place incorporated in New York and planning to operate out of Venus, is the question.

Their public facing websites do not provide an answer, being mostly slogans and 'success stories'.

Okay. He'll read his medical textbooks, scanning for diffs, and when he's done with that he'll go sell junk.

He needs to go north to the dump, then. It's pretty nasty up there.

Yeah-huh. He will be trucking in this haul of 1980s-era batteries and household appliances, all appropriately beat up and dirty. Is anyone going to bother him on the way up?

As long as his truck doesn't stand out too much, and he found a dark corner of some parking garage or alley to appear the truck in, nobody will bother him. There are some obvious places to do bulk selling - mixed junk, metal scrap, wire, old bricks, copper wire, empty fuel barrels, barbed wire... Wholesale prices listed on a giant board. Copper wire looks like the best deal on offer in terms of bulk to money if he wants to try again.

Old batteries and household appliances? Huh, nice find. The dealer hems and haws and eventually offers OH$2,500 for the whole lot.

"Oh, come on, it'd've been worth more than that back in the day when they decided to toss them instead of recycling them in the first place."

"What matters to me is what it's worth now after the expense of dismantling and sorting and shit, head. I'm not an electronics specialist either so I'd have to resell it."

"Man, if it weren't for travel costs" denominated exclusively in Cam's time "I'd find a competitor. It's not all electronics, there's washing machines and shit."

He looks in the trailer again. Peels back a panel on one of the appliances.

"...Yep, washing machine. The fuck did you find it all anyway. Never mind, of course you won't tell. You know what? Fine, six grand. I'll sell it all off piecemeal. Annoying but as a one time thing, why not."

"Deal! Thanks, pal."

He has a bunch of rough guys and gals unload everything after fetching stacks of bills from a safe.

"Stay safe out there, head. And you can always come back with more."

"Might do, might do."

Off he goes to leave the truck somewhere that the the locals won't leave it lying around in the way too long and then to go find a lawyer.

Finding a big law office requires getting into the PZs. There's a police checkpoint where they're making people walk through scanners. There are a few harder to find, scruffy looking law offices outside the zone, though. Not big firms.

He can walk through a scanner! However, those look like not just metal detectors but the full on see-you-naked doodads and he still has wings. He will disappear in a quiet alley, slice and burn, and come back.

Okay, he can go in. Don't cause any trouble.

The PZs are much nicer. Approaching a 21st century city in a lot of ways. Still tons of drones around though.

Cam has nothing against drones in principle!

He chooses a law office and strolls right in.

"Welcome to Mason and Wagner, do you have an appointment?"