"Porforio, on Ganymede."
"Millions, you say—?" The man called Burrage was almost drooling. "I could get you out of here and down to Ganymede for that."
"Then do it," Veta said. And, to Ross: "Here, let me have that." She levered the light-pistol from his hand.
"Hurry! Blast the lock!" Burrage grated. "Another minute, and Cheng may be back!"
"Of course," Veta nodded. "It's just that there's one other detail I want clear before we break out. About Stewart, here."
Ross stared. "What—?"
Coolly, Veta leveled the pistol at his belly. "I'm sorry, Stewart," she said, "but you're coming as a prisoner.
"You see, the man who has that batch of catalyst is my brother, Sanford Hall!"