“Or what?”
Slade crossed his arms, doubling over with a burst of laughter. “You're not going to pull that trigger, my dear,” he mocked. “We both know you're not willing to end the lives of everyone on this station.”
The resolve in her eyes never wavered, but she made no move to stop him. She just kept her gun pointed at his chest. Time to press his advantage. “A little premature, were we?” Slade said. “No doubt your plan was to stow away in my SlipStream and fight me down on the planet's surface.”
“Something like that.”
He spread his arms wide to present her with a tempting target, bowing his head like Christ on the cross. It would have been a deliciously blasphemous image had she been raised with Earther religion. “Let me make this simple for you,” he said. “You can put an end to all
