My electrode was tingling. I had been running again. I slowed down.
"Chief?"
"Phil." His voice carried relief. "You got away?"
"Yes. I'm in the village."
"Go to President Markes."
"No, I'm headed for Spawn's! They're all behind me; I can get there a few minutes ahead of them."
I panted an exclamation, incoherently, but frankly, about Jetta. "I'm going to get her out of there."
"Phil, what in hell—"
I told him.