Weasel Man wrinkled his brow. “It was going to be.”
The Captain smiled. “But you’ve reconsidered.”
“We have the female already—” Weasel Man said.
“Her name is Philomela,” the Captain said.
“And you’re outnumbered—”
The Captain nodded. “Just a bunch of old derelicts.”
“—so now I think we’ll just take this one, too.”
“His name is Procne.” The Captain hit the stim pack again. So did Mojo. Feran had never seen the Captain take two hits. “So you’ll leave me and Mojo to die in slow agony?”
Weasel Man shifted on his feet. Feran smelt his fear. The man nodded at the case. “That’s worth a fortune—”
“And you have to cover your costs, don’t you? Where is she?” the Captain said, taking a third hit.
“On my ship, hovering above us waiting for my call.” Weasel Man patted his talking device. “No
