The Ship That Was LostBack in the cargo bay, Jagr and Soledad have opened the crates. They are filled to the brim with weapons, and Soledad looks happy like a kid at a Christmas party. There's nothing childlike about the way she strokes the well-oiled hardware. I've never wanted to be an assault rifle before, but now I do. She catches me leering and gives me the finger. I blow her a kiss.
I push the priest in front of me and clap him on the back.
“Girls, this is brother Rivera. Your contact. Brother Rivera, meet Jagr and Soledad.”
The priest studies the women with round eyes.
“I would stay away from them if I were you,” I whisper to him out of the corner of my mouth.
“Yes, yes, of course.” He wipes his long fingers down his face but can't tear his eyes away from the women. Soledad sna
