"Stop sniveling, Schuyler. I think we'll have to reach some sort of a compromise, but I'll dictate terms, not you."
"Yes?" Barling growled up at her. "Who says we'll obey?"
"Oh, get up off the floor! You look so silly, sitting there and rubbing your chin."
Barling stood up, retrieving his gun but holstering it. Kevin watched him, toying with his own weapon—not pointing it at anyone in particular, but tossing it back and forth idly from hand to hand.
"Give us twenty four hours," said Teejay. "We'll look for our anthrovac. In that time, none of your men is to leave the Frank Buck. After that, you get twenty four hours, and we're confined to the Gordak. Then us, then you. And so on, till one of us gets his anthrovac. Then he pulls out and the other is left here. Is it a deal?"
Barling considered, said: "Well, yes—with one change. We get the first twenty four hours."
"No."
"Then you can forget your deal, Captain Moore."
"Well, then let's toss for it." Teejay reached into a pocket of her cape, flipped a coin to Steve. "Here, Stedman. You toss it."
"Who gets to call?" Barling demanded.