"Go to hell!"
Brenner said, "You might as well, Farradyne. No matter how you figure it, you'll either be grabbed by your own people or get picked up by ours. We can't lose."
Farradyne went below and faced them. "And what happens if I dump you out of the spacelock and your cargo with you?"
"You could do that to Cahill," said Carolyn, "because Cahill was not registered as a paying passenger. I am, and when the authorities find me missing—as they will very soon if they haven't been so informed already—you'll be called to account for me."
"Just what sort of act do you suggest?" Farradyne asked cynically.
"Surrender and turn this ship over to us. You will be detained as a prisoner of war and imprisoned among your own kind."
"Doing what kind of prison labor? Growing hellflowers?"
"Not at all. We wouldn't consider that ethical."
"What a cockeyed code of ethics you have!"
"Let's not discuss ethics now. Surrender and you'll be placed on a Terra-conformed planet with every freedom among your own kind except the right to space flight."