“Open up!” Emile shouted. “We’ve got the bloody Glint here.”
As Katkin looked on from the window, with Gwillam at her side, the door opened. The Swallows surged forwards, overwhelming the guards within. Abruptly the door shut, and blocked her view. She sighed and twisted her hands together.
Gunnar called over from the wheel. “See to clearing some space for our guests. They will be coming soon, and we must load them and depart.” And this, to Gwillam — “You are a clever lad, are you not? See if you can divine how to operate this corsfyre weapon. Looks like quite a contrivance, but if we can use it against its makers we might just pull off this fool stunt.”
Gwillam, smiling broadly, hurried to the cage on the bottom of the nacelle that held the gun. He lowered himself gingerly into the con
