CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Show me your modified phaser plans.”
“I don’t have them,” Toni said, hoping Myres wouldn’t be too offended by the sarcasm coloring her tone. Convincing the man she had a unique weapon to sell had proved remarkably easy. It was like he wanted to believe she had something.
Myres breathed heavily, sniffing mucus up his nose and clearing his throat with an irritating consistency. His hands trembled when he wiped at the sweat beading on his ruddy forehead. He stopped dead in the center of the dark corridor and peered furtively around. Toni would bet her next holiday pay the tunnel they were in led to a dead end. His next sniff sent twitches across her skin. “Like Xendia you don’t. Come on, kid. I just want to see them.”
Yeah, I bet you do.
The porous walls surrounding the
