Boone shot a quick glance at his chronox. "Less than four minutes till grav-off. We'll have to hurry." He gestured with the nerve-gun barrel. "Get her up!"
"And if I won't?"
"Get her up I said!" Boone's voice rang savage with menace.
Krobis' eyes wavered. Squatting, he dragged Eileen's limp body round till he could slide an arm beneath her and heave her up onto his shoulder.
Boone closed in to help support her. "You know what to tell the man at the lift, Krobis: Miss Rey's suddenly been taken ill, so you're relieving her from duty and assigning me to take her place."
Black eyes asmoulder, Krobis nodded.
"And in case you've got any sharp ideas—just remember no man alive can outrun a nerve charge...." Sliding his hand up under Eileen's service blouse to conceal his weapon, Boone jerked open the cabin door. In seconds, they had Eileen into the lift.
Then they were past the guard ... out on the ramp again ... into the black shadows on the far side of an emptied cargo carrier.
Boone stepped back while Krobis awkwardly lowered Eileen to the ramp. She moaned a little; that was all.