“Loose lips sink ships, they say,” the huge man shrugged, “But you won’t get away so easy. With you, it’s personal.”
Car Crash lined up his gun, aiming for her legs. Chartreuse lay on her belly, there was no way she could move to safety. Car Crash smiled without benevolence.
“I’ll open the femoral artery in your left leg first, young lady. Then we talk. About what you know. So, hold still or I’ll miss and shoot you in the head.”
Chartreuse was about to close her eyes when she saw a little brown hand and a flash of silver shoot upwards from the rocket shaft. Car Crash screamed and dropped to his knees. The top of her flick-knife stuck out of his right leather shoe. Car Crash fired over the rim of the shaft. A couple of bullets ricocheted off the spacecraft. Chartreuse tensed her muscles
