Manning strode forward. “You don't get the idea at all. I said I'd get you out of here and I'm going to. I could pick up this ship and put it wherever I wanted. But I don't want to. I just want you."
Mallory stared at him.
"Just don't be startled,” said Greg. “Something will happen soon. Get ready for it."
Feet drummed on the metal corridor outside.
"Hey, you, pipe down!” yelled the voice of the guard. “You know there's no talking allowed now. Go to sleep."
"That's the guard,” Mallory whispered fiercely. “They'll stop us."
Greg grinned viciously. “No, they won't."
* * *
The guard came into view through the grilled door.
"So it's you, Mallory…” he began, stopping in amazement. “Hey, you!” he shouted at Greg. “Who are you? How did you get in that cell?"