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"Do tell." She gri
Nearly an hour later, Craig watched a small pot move across the table to Surrivna Pen who flicked her nictating membranes across her eyes twice when she got a good hand. Unlike Yavenit Tay, the other Niln at the table, who tapped his tail. With everyone's tells identified, he could start wi
"So…" He turned to Nat, who stopped scratching when the cards went her way. "What're you hauling?"
"Bad luck," Nat snorted, beckoning the server over. "Had a hinky fold that wasted a galley's worth of food. Had to resupply."
The Heart of Stone had been at the other end of the docking arm for seventy-two hours. The story had spread. "So that's you, then."
She shrugged, aware that kind of luck would get talked about.
"And you…" Kensu nodded at Craig, hair flicking out and back. "… sold a double pen of scrap to the quartermaster for recycling. Now we've established strangers get talked about, it's your deal, Ryder." He tapped a long finger against his pile of chits. "Or am I playing with myself here."
Nat glanced under the table. "Oh, sure, get my hopes up."
Concentrating on the worn cards-this late in the game they were a bit sticky, and he sure as shit didn't want play called for perceived cheating, not now, not with the groundwork done-Craig missed Kensu's response. Not that it mattered. Given the comment, any response by a di'Taykan would merely be variation on a theme.
A couple of hands later, in the pause while refills arrived, Nat turned to him, much the way he'd turned to her earlier, Human to Human, and asked, "So where you heading after?"
He shrugged. "Not a hundred percent sure."
"Well, before we got fukked by that Susumi wave, we might've stumbled over a tech field out by the edge; not more than a day's fold away."
Everyone always knew where the treasure was.
"Math makes it a debris drift from where those bastards took out the Norrington and the M'rcgu
A tech field, Craig admitted silently, even on third tag, could very well net them enough credit they'd be able to add another three square to the Promise sooner rather than later. He'd expected Torin to have trouble rubbing elbows 28/10 on a one-man ship, but her years in the Corps had trained her to share limited space-accepting or ignoring other bodies as required. He, however, had been used to working alone-being alone-and regular sex could only compensate for so much.
Sooner, rather than later, sounded damned good to him.
"Any chance you remember the coordinates?" he asked, checking his cards.
Nat snorted. "I might have them on me."
"How much?"
Her eyes narrowed as she studied the chits in front of him. "We'll talk when the game's over. Time to play now."
"Dangerous on the edge," Kensu pointed out absently, frowning at the pair of threes he'd just been dealt.
Craig had a nine and a seven showing, an eight and a six down. "Danger is my middle name."
"And the female you travel with?" Yavenit asked, tail still.
He laughed. "Danger is her first name."
"She looks familiar," Surrivna said thoughtfully, dealing out the final round.
So far, only the quartermaster had recognized Torin as the gu
By morning, the whole station would be talking about her, but by morning they'd be gone.
"Are we playing or talking?" he asked the table at large as Nat dug bloody fingernails into her scalp.
Sleep when you can was not one of the Corps' official mottos, but Torin had always figured it should have been. Head pillowed on her jacket, she woke when Craig approached their air lock. Ankles crossed, she rolled up onto her feet.
"They charge us every time we use the lock," she reminded him as his brows rose.
He gri
"How'd you do?"
"I won big." He moved closer when she turned to code in.
Torin leaned back against his heat. The floor had been a bit cold. "And then?"
"How do you know there's an and then?"
Torin said nothing as the telltales turned green.
"Okay, there's an and then." He shifted, trying to get a look at her face. "Are you smiling?"
She was. "So you blew your wi
"Not quite." Torin felt his chest rise and fall against her back as he took a deep breath. "I used my wi
"Magic beans were going to be my next guess."
FOUR
Craig blinked up at the top of the bunk, wondering what had woken him. He shifted, realized he was alone, and from the lack of residual heat, probably had been for some time. Rolling up onto his side, he could see the back of the pilot's chair silhouetted against light rising from the control panel and assumed Torin was in the chair.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she said before he could speak.
It would never not be fukking creepy when she did that.
"Your breathing changed," she added, spi
Craig thought about pointing out that most people wouldn't have noticed, but Torin wasn't most people, never would be. The hour seemed to call for the direct approach. "What're you doing?"
"Threat assessing. Go back to sleep."
Yeah, like that was going to happen now. "Are we in danger?"
Torin huffed a laugh. "Most of the time." One hand rose up through the light to wave at the fuzz of Susumi through the front port. "Screw up a basic trigonometric function, and that shit eats you for breakfast."
Old news. "Specific danger?" he prodded, covering a yawn with his fist.
He couldn't quite see her shrug, but her tone told him she had. "The data stores have nothing on The Heart of Stone."
"No reason they should. It's a cargo ship I've never run into before."
"I don't trust this… Nat. I don't trust that she sold you the coordinates for so much less than they could be worth."
"Could be worth," Craig repeated, adding emphasis. "And she sold them for as much as she could get. Nat did okay, more than, given that she can't bring in military salvage without tags. She got a sure thing. We're taking the chance. And I checked the math before I paid her-the odds of it being a debris drift from the destruction of the Norrington, the M'rcgu
For a moment, he thought she wasn't going to answer. Finally, she sighed.