Why should he die here, alone and forgotten?
Yet die he would: he knew that now.
But at least, it would cost them.
He fumbled up a brick-sized stone ... took his stand against the roof-edge, spraddle-legged.
The guards closed in—warily, now, but moving ever closer.
It was in that moment that the shadow fell across him.
At first Craig thought it was a cloud that had drifted between him and the twin emerald suns.
Then he glimpsed the guards' faces, and knew it was not.
Dropping to one knee, left arm held high to shield his face, he stared up at the thing now skimming towards him.
It was a disc—a shining, circular chip somehow suspended in the sky. A man in a Baemae tabard balanced lithely on it.