“I don’t … but old Mic might. Hang about.” The woman turned toward the master-house and shouted, “Mic, get ya lazy ass out here!” She turned back to Dan. “He’ll be right out.” She walked away, leaving Dan alone with the Tigerforce.
Dan stepped onto the ramp. Footsteps sounded behind him. He whirled and drew his pistol, glaring down at the unknown man. “Mic?”
“Whatcha want?” The old feller rubbed his filthy hands with a stained rag. The deep lines in his skin shone with sweat.
Dan motioned toward the Sunchaser. “Seen the pilot?”
“Nup.”
“See her when she first arrived?”
“Yep.”
“Did she say where she was headed?”
“She weren’t in no condition to say anything when I saw her. The three she was with said nothing as they carried her past neither.”
Carried?
“Not pleased to be here, it see
