Jael winds up carrying me the last two hundred meters.
“Droids are more reliable than people,” Dina mutters.
I’m so fucking tired I’m losing my mind.
“I need to know everything you do about the Lachion hangar systems.”
“Good idea.” Vel sets aside the code scrambler and waits.
Partitioned files?
What does that mean?
“Go,”
Vel says without looking at him. “I will watch over her.”
“For Mary’s sake. We’re in a secure hangar. What exactly do you think is going to happen to me?”
And then the boarding ramp on the ship begins to unfold.
Jael flicks me a wry look. “You were saying?”
I can’t think of anything more eloquent than, “Huh?” so I go with it.
“Of course I do,” Boss Man replies.
I glance down at myself. Even my own mother wouldn’t recognize me, covered in Thermud. “How?”
“What?” The leader glances away from Jael to regard me with puzzlement.
He ignores that for the moment. “I believe you’ve already made Mr. Jewel’s acquaintance, Ms. Jax.”
“What the hell have you done to my mother?”
“That is, in fact, why we were sent to this backwater burg.”
“Like Fugitive scientists once used to track native populations?” I sputter in pure outrage.
But I’m not sure the Syndicate constitutes a wise substitute.