All mine.
“Clean,” Ellington grunts. He sounds
almost disappointed. Dylan stands in the rain on the other side of
Ellington’s companions—bodyguards,my mind whispers,
they’re bodyguards and they’re here to keep us away, if we’re
not what we claim to be.I don’t like that they’re between us,
they’ve managed to separate us and I step forward for their little
security check, I want to be on the other side of those men. I want
to be where Dylan is.
But Shanley steps up, too, and I let him go
first. Dylan winks at me from behind Maclin and Henry. “Love you,”
he mouths, and I smile and look away. Johnson was right, we don’t
have to stay here long. I’m already looking forward to climbing
back into the Semper Fiand leaving this dreary planet
behind.
* * * *
They hurry us through the rain to the wreck
of the S410—Ellington at the head of our small troupe, then Parker
grumbling about the weather to Shanley, who shields his eyes with