“It’ll scatter,” I said. “We’re spinning, it won’t go in just one direction. He won’t have a motherlode to home in on.”
The floor shook again.
This time, with a distant bang.
Any hope I had of persuading her died with the blast’s echo.
“Maybe,” Habre said, glancing at the firewall. A diagonal crack spread through the clear tough plastic as she looked. “But I’m not letting your cyborg do more damage to this station.”
I shook my head. “I know for a fact you can’t stop him.”
“Do what you wish,” Habre said flatly, taking a step towards the firewall. “I will stop Palmer. Alone.”
If she went through that firewall, if she approached Palmer, he would kill her.
If I went, I would die too.
Before she took a second step, I said, “Because if your gear could stop Palmer, Montague would have se
