17 The Reveal
As TrysKa and Mohan walked together to the ramp, Meihui came into sight, her hands resting on her twin plasma pistols. Her black eyes scanned the aisle, stopped for a brief second on TrysKa, twitched in a nod, and then continued to scan. TrysKa cut her gaze to Mohan. Would Meihui’s stern demeanor rattle him further?
But he had hardened during the short walk to the ramp. Mohan was no longer the scared boy who’d escaped from Psycho Shakespeare’s grasp. The man who stood next to TrysKa had transformed back into a soldier. Mohan’s training had kicked in, and he now stood straight and unwavering.
“Meihui,” TrysKa said, “this is Mohan.” To him, “Mohan, I’d like you to meet Meihui.”
They nodded to each other.
“I hear we’re supposed to talk like old friends,” Meihui said, her
