I got to my feet. "What are your plans to strike back at the Io gang?"
"Frankly, that was just for public consumption," Naomi admitted. "We don't have any plans as yet."
"Well," I said, "let's the two of us get in a ship and just bomb hell out of their home base."
Naomi showed surprise. "Right now? In our condition?"
"Sure. What this gang needs is a little boost in morale."
Naomi nodded, her brown eyes flashing. "Good. We'll go in my ship."
Together we strode from the sickbay, through the tunnel to the airlock. Ginger intercepted us at the First Hall. Her guards held a man at pistol point.
"Naomi ... Vera ... whichever of you is in charge now. We've just caught an Io spy!"
He was an older man, balding, seedy-appearing in an old-style tweed suit. He stared at us in a calm, unflustered manner, plainly curious.
"Oho! Now we can get even for the way they treated Phyllis." Naomi was gleefully thumbing through her mental catalog of torture techniques.