“The plot, as you put it, is to get you and Brice back to earth...”
“Brice? Nolan Brice? He’s here?”
Lors nodded. “Brice found your watch where my scout ship cracked up and guessed who I was before I did. I was hiding up at your cabin, trying to figure things out when he decided to put a bullet into me. Both Beth and I thought I was you and she was trying to help me figure out what I’d been doing for thirteen months. Brice came in shooting and my people kidnapped him.”
“Great.”
“In any event, I think I can get Brice to the scout ship. I’m going to rely upon you to spring yourself out of here and get down to the hangar. You’ll pass for me easily. Okay?”
“How do I get past the guard?”
“I’ll fix it. If I can’t, I’ll be back.”
“Okay, Buck Rogers. It’s your show.”
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Lors grinned at him. “Keep your fingers crossed,” he said and went out.
“I won’t do it,” Narvi said flatly. He lifted his glass and took a large swallow of the drink to punctuate the sentence. “You’ve got to,” Lors insisted. “You know as well as I do, it’s the only way to straighten things out.”