“OK,” she said. “Let"s walk.”
Magnus nodded to Donal, the ex-trooper he paid to staff the bar with him. A good man. Donal grinned at the sight of the two of them leaving together. As they walked towards the door, the mech stirred back into life and began to follow.
“That thing coming with us?” she asked, the amused grin back on her face.
“Looks like it.”
“It"s still bonded to you I see.”
“Just tell me where we"re going.”
“Port Twelve.”
The opposite side of the strip. Maybe a kilometre in either direction.
“Let"s walk clockwise.”
They could have taken the rail or cut the corner with the flipchute but he liked to walk the circuit at least once a day. He"d been cooped up in the bar since morning. They set off together, the mech stamping along behind them. Tia pulled the cowl
