The guard merely accepted his auto-pistol when he stopped at the door to Danson’s prison. Lors gave it to him and the spacer opened the door. Nick Danson rubbed the beard on his face and grinned at him.
“Forget something, Firstspacer?” He asked.
When the door closed, Lors said: “Shut up.”
Danson blinked.
“Sit down.”
Danson sat.
“How badly do you want to get off this ship, Danson?”
“How badly do you want to make Commander?” Danson countered and lit a cigarette.
“You willing to risk your life?”
“Why not? It isn’t worth a hell of a lot anyhow.”