“Now,” Flynn turned back to the
woman, “we are here to escort you out.”
“Or you could lead us straight to
the Nicks to end us in one shot. I don’t trust you, especially you.”
“If I was with the Nickel Guild, I
would simply give your position instead of coming in here. There are enough
tanks in the street to level this building from three blocks away. Now, Doc,”
Peter made out the medical corps insignia on her collar, also Alliance, “my
ship is trying to slingshot around the moon to come back and pick us up, but we’ve
only got one shot before orbit gets too crowded.”
“I still don’t believe you. Not you.”
“Mr. Reese, would you please
reassure our host by giving your voice print?”
“Certainly, Captain. I’m afraid we
never worked out any kind of code phrase to give. The transmission was
unfortunately cut short after we received the coordinates. Jamming, no doubt.”
“Lita, that’s him,” said a man
behind her with a machine pistol. “That’s the one I commed.”
“Doesn’t matter, I still don’t trust
him. You don’t know what he did.”
Flynn’s semblance of patience evaporated,
and he said harshly, “I don’t intend to leave people to be slaughtered, so if
need be Eltie will wing you, and we’ll carry you out despite your protests.”