They were carrying the same models I’d been sent to steal.
“Hands where we can see them,” Cray said as the others began spreading out to cover me. I slowly did as he asked. As I did so, though, I glanced around to take note of areas around the cargo stacks I could use for cover, if necessary.
“I’d really hoped James was wrong about you,” Cray said with a cynical shake of his head. “He said we couldn’t trust anyone who did something nice without a reason. I wanted to think there were still people out there who’d do just that. But I guess I should have believed him.”
“I meant it when I said I don’t like raiders,” I answered, still trying to weight my options. “I wish it weren’t the case, but I need these guns.”
“Well that’s just not gonna happen,” Cray replied. “Them guns are the most ex
