Zeg and Marny leaped over the broken step, with Tam and Korrigan right behind them. Half a block away, torches smeared the air with oily light as the nest of smoke drifters advanced. Skeever was in the lead, and Tam prayed he’d forgotten his g*n.
Z“Hey!” Lassiter stuck his head out of the grav-car. “What’s going on?”
He shot a glance at the torch-bearing drifters and went pale.
“Start the car!” Tam called, clearing the last step.
Marny reached Zeg’s guzzler and wrenched the door open. It emitted a loud screech, and Skeever’s head went up, his crazed eyes wide.
“Over there, idjits!” he yelled, shaking his torch toward the cars.
The drifters surged forward.
“Get in.” Zeg gave Marny a push. “All of you, go!”
“Tam, hurry!” Lassiter yelled, sliding the passenger-side door open.
Tam dov
