The woman was delusional, no matter how much she talked a good game. He shook his head and held out the disc. “No.”
She made no move to take it. “There’s another reason you should play it.”
“What?”
“Are you really that stupid?” Philip said. He prodded Art’s stomach with his gun. “Because we’ll kill you…and take it up with your replacement.”
The woman said nothing, but she caught Art’s eye and nodded slowly.
Art swallowed. “Well, when you put it like that…” He pulled his hand back and dropped the disc into his jacket pocket.
“Very good,” said the woman. “One more thing.” She reached out, grabbed his wrist, pulled it toward her, and shoved his sleeve up to expose his forearm. “Philip?”
Philip slung his rifle, pulled out something that looked like a short pistol from a pouch at his bel
