VIIIINMATE SUE-ANN BRADLEY cried: “They’re coming! O’Leary, they’re coming!”
The guards who had once been hostages clattered down the steps to meet the party. The cons from the Greensleeves were back in their cells. The medic, after finishing his chores on O’Leary himself, paced meditatively out into the wake of the riot, where there was plenty to keep him busy. A faintly guilty expression tinctured his carven face. Contrary to his oath to care for all humanity in anguish, he had not liked Lafon or Sauer.
The party of fresh guards appeared and efficiently began re-locking the cells of the Greensleeves.
“Excuse me, Cap’n,” said one, taking Sue-Ann Bradley by the arm. “I’ll just put this one back—”
“I’ll take care of her,” said Liam O’Leary. He looked at her sideways as he rubbed the bru
