This time Retch obeyed him. Parker backed him against the wall, took the second pistol from his pocket, his own gun.
"Damn you!" Retch snarled. Parker saw that the man was not speaking to him but to Gotch, he saw also that during all this Gotch had not moved. The man stood transfixed; afraid to move.
Parker turned to the two men behind the table. They had not moved either, though Ulnar looked as if he was about to come to his feet. Rozeno sat very still. There was sadness on his face.
"Go away," he gestured toward Retch. "And you, too, Gotch, go away."
"You mean we can go after—" Gotch faltered.
"I don't want to see either of you again," Rozeno said. There was actual living pain in his voice. "Go!"
"Wait a minute," Parker spoke quickly.
"Yes, my son?" Rozeno's face lost its sadness when he looked at Parker, it came alive with sudden animation.
"You don't mean to tell me you are going to let these two go?" the pilot protested.
"Of course."