"I turn him loose, him and Williams. I figure you'll go along, Stenn, and let him have the three guys you got. Williams will tell him where the Scout boat is, so there's no percentage in your holding out."
"What else?"
"What else is there?" Arena spread his hands. "They pick up the boat, fuel up—someplace—and they're off. And the captain here gives me the old Academy word he cuts me in, once he's clear."
There was a long silence. Arena smiled comfortably; Stenn sat calmly, looking at each of us in turn. I crossed my fingers and tried to look bored.
"Very well," Stenn said. "I seem to be presented with a fait accompli...."
I let a long breath out. I was going to make it....
"... But I would suggest that before committing yourself, you take the precaution of searching Mr. Maclamore's person. One never knows."
I could feel the look on my face. So could Arena.
"So," he said. "Another nifty." He didn't seem to move, but the stunner was in his hand. He wasn't smiling now, and the stunner caught me easily.