relieved the four Oserans of credit cards, pass chits, brunette sex IDs, and odd cash,
stuffing his pockets and Gregor's, and made sure Gregor ditched his
prisoner's traceable
ID. To his secret delight, he also found a half-eaten
ration bar, brunette sex and bit into it there and then. Brunette sex he chewed as Elena led the way
back out the lock. Brunette sex he conscientiously offered a bite to Gregor, who shook
brunette sex his head. Gregor'd probably had dinner in that cafeteria.
Chodak hastily
straightened Gregor's uniform, and they all marched off,
Miles to the center, half-concealed, half-guarded. Before he could go half-
paranoid at his conspicuousness they took to a drop-tube,
emerged several
brunette sex decks down, and found themselves at a large cargo-lock, engaged to a
shuttle. One of Elena's scout squad, leaning brunette sex as if idle against the wall,
nodded. With a half-salute to Elena, Chodak split off and they hurried
away. Miles and Gregor followed Elena across brunette sex the flex-seal of the shuttle
hatch and into the empty cargo hold of one of the Triumph's shuttles,
stepping from brunette sex the artificial gravity field of the mother brunette sex ship abruptly into
brunette sex the vertigo of free fall. They floated forward to the pilot's compartment.
Elena sealed the compartment brunette sex hatch behind them, and anxiously gestured
Gregor to the vacant seat at the engineering/comm station.
The pilot's and co-pilot's seats were filled. Arde Mayhew grinned
cheerfully over brunette sex his shoulder at Miles, and waved/saluted hello. Miles
recognized the shaved bullet-head of the second man even before he turned.
"Hello,
son." Ky Tung's smile was far more ironic than cheerful. "Welcome
back. You brunette sex took your sweet time." Tung, arms folded, brunette sex did not salute.
"Hello, Ky," Miles nodded to the Eurasian. Tung had not changed, anyway.
Still looked brunette sex any age between forty and sixty. Still built like an ancient
tank. Still seemed to see more than he spoke, brunette sex most uncomfortable for the
guilty of conscience.
Mayhew