The Dipole Shield (The Dipole Series Book 1) by Lowry Chris

Author:Lowry, Chris [Lowry, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-07-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

"He didn't ask you what you wanted," Tinker said as they stalked through the corridor.

"He knows what I want," she huffed. "He just doesn't know why. He thinks I want to finish what I started."

"Not with me around," said Bat.

"Yeah, what was that whole Bartholomew Marshal thing? Are you somebody special?"

Bat shook his head.

"Just a prison guard."

"Now," said Mona Lisa, eyeballing him as they hurried toward the ship. "But what were you before?"

"Aren't you afraid we'll run into your British friend?"

She stopped in her tracks. Tinker ran into the back of her, bounced off as he struggled to maintain his balance and knocked into a cart that overturned into the crowd in front of them.

"Yes," she said and nodded forward.

Ian stood ten yards ahead of them, waiting.

Glaring at Bat.

"He does not look happy," she said.

Tinker extricated himself from the mess he made, and backed away from the pawing hands of the vendor as she shrieked at him.

He bumped into another cart, tripped and tipped it over to join the first.

"Are you drunk?" Bat asked.

"Just clumsy," said the pilot as he climbed to his feet.

But the mess brought a crowd that pawed through the fallen wares. The cart owners did double time trying to keep anyone from running off without paying.

It also served as an enormous noisy distraction with the advantage of putting dozens of bodies between them.

"This way," said Bat.

He yanked Mona Lisa by the arm behind a billowing veil that separated the carts from each other. She snagged Tinker as he pulled her along.

"He's going to see us back here," Tinker whispered.

"Louder," said Mona Lisa. "I don't think they heard you."

"He's going to!" Tinker said.

She elbowed him in the stomach and earned silence for her effort.

"Be quiet."

"I thought you couldn't hear me."

"Everyone can hear you."

"Both of you shut up," Bat hissed.

He led them behind the stalls, sneaking from one covered wall to the next until they were well past the gang of toughs lying in wait for them.

He watched as Ian directed his thugs to spread out and search for them beyond the crowd. They would look behind the stalls eventually and see them.

But they had time to move, just a few moments to get someplace else and beyond their view.

Mona Lisa noticed and put it together.

She moved past Bat and continued to lead them further away from the madness and back to the ship.

Back at the ship, she studied Tinker as he keyed in the airlock opening code, then even closer as he prepared for launch.

Bat watched her watch him.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Tinker went through his mental checklist.

"Yet here we go."

"It's a caliphate in space," he continued complaining.

"So?"

"So! They hate you. They hate me. And they're really gonna hate her."

He rooted around under his seat and pulled out a bottle of clear liquid. He unscrewed the top and took a drink.

"I know a guy," Mona Lisa said.

"How do you know a guy?"

"Don't worry about it. It's business."

"Excuse me if I do worry about it," Tinker took two more long swigs of hooch.

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