32
THE RESCUE
“I need your help,” Ves rumbled, ten minutes after Syrina had disembarked alone into the Foreigner’s District.
Mann glanced at the closed cabin door where Pasha was moping.
Ves rolled his eyes. “You’re more useful to me than you are here, babysitting a grown man who could leave if he wanted, whether you try to stop him or not.” He followed the old man’s gaze toward the door and raised his voice. “He knows he’s useful here because his sister needs him to not get himself killed. After whatever s**t she’s been through, he’d better remember that.”
Mann sighed. “What do you have planned?”
“That’s more like it. She needs a distraction, right? A goddamned riot, she said. Well, I was thinking. Remember how the Bishop’s barricade outside Fom was using naphtha mines? And we wonde
