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"No, because the second I do that, you put a bullet in my head."
The wiseguy considered for a moment, then waved listlessly with the machine pistol. "Ah-you're right. So how do we do this dance?"
"You get a spacesuit for the girl, we all walk-"
"Nope. Not happening, hero. She stays here."
"Until?"
The wiseguy frowned, got agitated. "Until I say so, asshole. Listen, I call the shots here."
No, you don't. You were told to sit on her and await further orders. Kill her if someone tries a rescue op. And you're starting to realize that that may have ...
"The way I see it, you might need the buggy as much as the money. More."
"Yeah? And why the hell do you think that, asshole?"
"Because whoever hired you to do this hasn't told you how the whole show ends, has he? And the radio he gave you is quiet-and he didn't tell you how to signal...
The wiry man's face became very red and he stuck the gun straight out, quivering, the muzzle half a foot from Trevor's forehead. "Listen, asshole-"
Trevor waited. The gun trembled, wavered, was yanked away.
"Shit! Shit, shit!" The wiseguy put his other hand to his own forehead, as if trying to still it.
The big sleepy-eyed one crooned, "Hey, Mingo, man-we just need to wait. We just need-"
"Shut up-just shut up! And don't use my name-not even my street name."
"Okay-but listen, man. He's just messin' wif you. We got a deal we can trust, a deal-"
"Yeah? We do? Why? 'Cause they said they want to keep her anyway? That's bullshit, man-and we were bullshit to believe it. We were doing too much ice, man: th...
As if you'd know whether I was lying. "I'm here to get the girl. The family was smart enough to know that if they went to the cops, they were as good as killi...
"Damn skippy on that, hero. Okay, so you've got a buggy, and we've got the girl. How do we do this?"
"We all go to the buggy together."
"How big is it?"
There's an open door for me to gather some tactical intel. "How big does it need to be?"
"I got eight-and her."
"And me."
"You can ride on the outside, hero."
"Okay. And you'll need to put one other out there. I've got six seats, room for two more as cargo."
"Fine. So we're at the buggy. Then what?"
"We drive to another outpost-I know you won't accept going back to Syrtis City."
"No shit, genius. So we're at another outpost."
"She walks away. You have the money and the buggy. And me."
"And then?"
"When she's safe, then I disarm the bomb. And you drive away."
He brought up the gun quickly; Trevor let himself flinch a little.
The wiseguy smiled. "Not so brave after all, huh, Mr. Hero? So tell me, how do you know I won't grease you as soon as you've pulled the plug on the bomb? And ...
"You'll know the vehicle isn't wired the same way you knew I wasn't-your friend's RF signal detector. And as for shooting me-you might, but right now, she's j...
Chapter Thirty-One
TELEMACHUS
Wiseguy's eyes widened: he hadn't thought of what his employers might do if they found out he skipped on the job. If they had meant him to be killed by the cops...
A klaxon started shrilling. Wiseguy whirled, aimed the gun at Trevor, saw it couldn't be his doing, started a spastic circle dance in search of the cause. "Wh...
"That's an enviro sensor, man: we got a leak, or somethin'."
"Great. Fucking great. Probably broke a seal when you capped that guy in the back. I told you-"
The boss-Mingo-stalked past Trevor, intent on berating his flunky and checking the atmosphere gauges that were next to the inner hatch. Peak was halfway out t...
Trevor kicked himself over backward in the chair, touching his heels together as he pushed. The contacts in each heel closed, and he felt the base of his life...
As Trevor bounced to a stop on the floor, he joined his hands into a composite fist and hit the sternum-centered strap release: the life-support unit came loo...
"Mingo, man-don't shoot! There's too much smoke: you could hit me-"
"Shoot, asshole-get him! Don't wait-shoot, shoot!"
By the time they had worked out their sophisticated tactical response, Trevor had pulled apart the remains of the duct-tape cuffs and grabbed down under the c...
The unit-already on-only worked in the right eyepiece now. But with that one eye, he could see the kidnappers' white silhouettes plainly as they moved around ...
Trevor grabbed one of the mugs off the table, threw it away from himself, against the wall that was directly opposite Mingo.