"When we get the chance," Kerk answered as he dived the car into the city access tube.
III.
The building they stopped at was one of the finer residences in Cassylia. As they had driven, Jason counted the money and separated his share. Almost sixteen million credits. It still didn't seem quite real. When they got out in front of the building he gave Kerk the rest.
"Here's your three billion, don't think it was easy," he said.
"It could have been worse," was his only answer.
The recorded voice scratched in the speaker over the door.
"Sire Ellus has retired for the night, would you please call again in the morning. All appointments are made in advan—"
The voice broke off as Kerk pushed the door open. He did it almost effortlessly with the flat of his hand. As they went in Jason looked at the remnants of torn and twisted metal that hung in the lock and wondered again about his companion.
Strength—more than physical strength—he's like an elemental force. I have the feeling that nothing can stop him.