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“Got any bright ideas?”

“Le,” he said, and hunkered down

He cut again, but in a tight curve, nots the little core of hull material into the space within the ship The circle he’dslivers off its edge He pared the hole wider and wider, even as it fought to narrow His motions were fast and efficient He didn’t slon even as the ship bucked and turned under theance Bobbie knew that if she’d tried this, she’d never have been able to keep up, but with Areider

“Edges are going to be toasty,” A I can do about that”

Saba’s voice murmured in Bobbie’s ear Marine fire teams have reached the detention cells Time to turn our little friends off

“Sooner would be better than later,” Bobbie said

“You ain’t wrong about that,” A tunelessly between his teeth “I’h”

“Fuck that,” one of the others said “Not winding up half in and half out, me”

Bobbie turned to the solider “You’ll do as you’re told, or I will shoot you in the head as an exaht more politely than thein on one Three … two …”

The h the nylon bands as he went The hole didn’t close over hi the sides

“Next up,” Bobbie said, pointing at the nearest soldier “You Three Two One”

Again and again, Bobbie shoved one of her teanetic locks clustered around it like wildflowers in a garden, the cut tethers shifting as the ship shifted Like seaweed in an unsteady current

Medina swali the station like a sunrise that never came

“Gonna be tight, Babs This is taking a lot eted”

“Keep going,” she said