"While I'm carrying a gun?" she said shakily. "Don't be ridiculous, Mihul!"
"You're not going to gun me for keeps to get out of a licking," Mihul said. "And that's all the Yool can do. How else will you stop me?"
Trigger's fingernails drummed the table top briefly. She wet her lips. "I don't know," she admitted.
"Of course," said Mihul, "all this unpleasantness can be avoided very easily. There's always the fourth method."
"What's that?"
"Just give parole."
"No parole," Trigger said thinly.
"All right. Which of the other ways will it be?"
Trigger didn't hesitate. "The sporting chance," she said. "The others aren't choices."
"Fair enough," said Mihul. She stood up and went over to the wall. She selected a holster belt from the pair hanging there and fastened it around her. "I rather thought you'd pick it," she said. She gave Trigger a brief grin. "Just make sure it's a good opening!"