"Holy smoking seegars," Blades whispered at last. "I really think we can swing it."
Captain Janichevski recoiled. "You're out of your skull!"
"Probably," said Blades. "Fun, huh?"
"You can't do this."
"We can try."
"Do you know what you're talking about? Insurrection, that's what. Quite likely piracy. Even if your scheme worked, you'd spend the next ten years in Rehab—at least."
"Maybe, provided the matter ever came to trial. But it won't."
"That's what you think. You're asking me to compound the felony, and misappropriate the property of my owners to boot." Janichevski shook his head. "Sorry, Mike. I'm sorry as hell about this mess. But I won't be party to making it worse."
"In other words," Blades replied, "you'd rather be party to sabotage. I'm proposing an act of legitimate self-defense."
"If there actually is a conspiracy to destroy the Station."