in there. Itâd be dangerous to mess with any of it.â
Finn nodded. He believed her, then. He believed she wanted this to be over as much as he did.
âAnd if you die, my brain fries,â he said.
âThatâs it.â
âYouâre not suicidal, are you?â
She examined his face for any trace of humor. His tone was deadpan, but his eyes glittered.
âThat warning we got,â she said, sticking to the subject, âthatâs supposed to let you know youâre going out of range. Or, in this case, that the splinter doesnât like being interfered with.â Her wet-teck interface quickly analyzed the stored reflection. âYou get zero leeway, instant detonation, once weâre separated by two thousand meters.â The interface fed her new data. âMake that one thousand, nine hundred and eighty-nine meters.â
âHatchet job,â he echoed. âThey couldnât even get that right.â
Edie leaned against the opposite bulkhead. âHow did this happen? You didnât agree to it, did you?â
He stared at the patch of blood drying on the deck. âThat outworlder woman on the station, Lancer, she bribes our handler to let us escapeâif we help her grab this A-grade teckie so her people wonât have to risk their own asses in case it goes wrong. She told us weâd be freed.â
He paused, swallowed, rubbed his throat, having trouble speaking through disused vocal cords. He continued more slowly.
âI didnât believe a word of it, except the part about you.â His eyes met hers again, and Edie remembered his trust in her abilities, back in the freight car. âIâd seen you around. Heard things. I knew you could break the boundary link, just like she said. Figured it was worth it, even if they were lying about the rest. It was worth trying, for a shot at freedom.â
âBut this leashâthey didnât tell you about that.â It wasnât a question.
Finn set his jaw. âNo, I never agreed to this .â He flicked his hand at his skull. âNow itâs a life sentence, right?â
More like a death sentence. Edie hugged her arms around herself. âSo what do we do?â
Finn considered in silence. She could see the cogs turning in his mind behind those unwavering eyes. Then, âWhen do we jump?â
âWe already jumped once. I donât know where from, or where to.â
âWhatâs the mission?â
She shrugged, feeling out of her depth. âThese guys are BRAT seed rovers. Trading illegal biocyph.â She remembered Hallerâs unread memos. There must be information in there about the mission, or at least about a briefing.
Finn stood, eyeing her carefully. âSo what are you thinking?â
âIâm thinking we have to get back to that medfac. Find the infojack who made the leash. Or someone else who knows what theyâre doing. I mean, if itâs even possible withoutâ¦â Without killing you . She couldnât say it.
âHow much will that someone cost us?â
âA lot. Itâs not a service you pick out of the catalog.â
âWell, I donât know about you, but Iâm broke.â
She smiled grimly, appreciating his levity. âThey told me Iâd get twenty thousand for this run, plus the same in bonuses.â
âIs forty enough?â
âMight be. So youâre saying we should go ahead with the mission?â
âWhat do you think?â
âDonât keep asking me that. Itâs your life weâre playing with.â
âI need to know where you stand.â
Where did she stand? Sheâd been trying to figure out her own future, but now his was inextricably intertwined. âIdidnât ask to be here, either. I mightâve stuck with them for a while. But not now. Not with you forced along for the ride.â She swallowed a bitter lump in her throat, remembering the dead