out in randomly sized rectangles, which was what had accounted for the crooked walkways. Here, though, the rectangles were all the same size, with the aisles between them as straight as Parprin city streets. Anyone trying to escape down one of them would be shot in the back before he got fifteen feet.
Unless they didn't know anyone had escaped....
'Nice,' he commented, looking around. 'A lot roomier than my place upstairs.'
'Glad you like it,' Raven said. 'Myers, where's this airlock?'
'Far side,' Myers said, gesturing straight ahead with his gun. 'Maybe a little to the right.'
'Okay, you take point,' Raven said, nudging Braxton forward. 'Move. And remember to keep quiet if you don't want us burning innocent bystanders.'
The aisles were just wide enough for two people to walk comfortably side by side. With Myers in the lead and Vance now bringing up the rear, the group headed in.
Quietly, Jack reached down to his right jacket cuff and casually unsnapped it. The last time Draycos had tried to go out that way through the jacket, he'd nearly broken Jack's wrist. He just hoped the dragon would remember that, and pick up on the hint.
He did. Jack could feel him sliding along his body, easing as much of himself as he could onto Jack's right arm, getting ready to spring.
'Easy,' Jack muttered. 'You'll know when.' Ahead, they were coming up on one of the cross aisles. Jack took a deep breath, watching Myers's back and counting his own steps. This was going to take some careful timing if he didn't want to get himself shot.
Myers walked past the cross aisle, glancing both ways as he passed it, and continued on. Jack focused on the aisle, estimating how many steps ahead of him it was. Three, he decided, would be the magic number. When he was three steps away, he would go.
Five steps away. Four. Three.
Jumping away from Braxton's side, he sprinted forward. The move caught everyone by surprise. He'd made it one step before Raven even got out a startled curse; two steps before Myers started to twist back around; three steps before he heard the sound of Braxton being shoved aside as Raven tried to bring his gun to bear.
And then he was at the cross aisle. Leaning his weight to the left, he threw himself hard into it.
Threw himself a little too hard, in fact. As he tried to make the turn his feet skidded out from under him. He grabbed for the side of the nearest stack of crates, missed, and toppled over hard onto his side. From the aisle he'd just left, the aisle his feet were still sticking out into, came the sound of curses and orders as Raven and his men scrambled to catch up with him. Two seconds, maybe, and they would be on top of him.
But for those precious two seconds, the top half of his body was out of their sight.
Draycos came out of the end of Jack's right sleeve like a black thundercloud twisting over a prairie town. He caught the webbing on the side of the stack with his claws and skittered up the side. By the time Raven and Myers spun madly around the corner, he had vanished over the top.
'You little snot,' Raven snarled viciously, grabbing Jack by the front of his jacket and hauling him up onto his feet. Before Jack could get his balance, the man slammed him up against the stack of crates. 'I ought to kill you right here,' he threatened, his face three inches from Jack's, the muzzle of his gun jammed hard into Jack's stomach. 'I ought to burn your fingers off, then kill you right here.'
'You start burning me and I probably won't be able to keep from screaming,' Jack said, his voice trembling with reaction. 'Someone might hear. How many people can you toss out an airlock before people start wondering where they all went?'
For a long, terrifying moment he thought Raven was going to decide he didn't care. But even seething with anger, he could apparently see the reason in that. Slowly, reluctantly, he moved back. 'Vance?'
Vance appeared, his gun pressed warningly into the back of Braxton's neck. 'Yeah?'
'You stay on Braxton,' Raven ordered. 'I'll take the kid personally. Let's go.'
Jack took a deep breath as they all moved back into the aisle and continued on their way. He had done all that he could.
Now it was up to Draycos.
Chapter 25
Draycos leaped from Jack's sleeve as high as he could. His outstretched claws caught the side of the boxes, and the netting that held them in place. The netting was a perfect grip, and he ran up the side of the stack, going nearly as fast as he could have on flat ground.
He scrambled over the edge onto the top, and immediately twisted around to cautiously look down.
The caution wasn't necessary. The three humans below weren't looking around for him, but had eyes only for Jack and Braxton. Most likely, they were completely unaware of what had just taken place.
He pulled back from the edge, giving the room a quick look. There was a series of narrow walkways hanging from the ceiling above him. He leaped to the nearest of them, managing to get over the safety railing and onto the walkway itself without making any noise. Keeping his claws withdrawn, running silently on the soft pads of his paws, he headed back toward the door they'd come in through.
Twice now Jack had stopped him when he was preparing for action. The first time, two Wistawki had died because of it. The second time, up in Braxton's suite, he would probably have succeeded.
But at a cost that he now realized could have been disastrous. Because there was more at stake here than Braxton's life. More even than Jack's life, and that was saying a great deal. Jack was his host, and there was a high debt of honor between a K'da warrior and his host.
But even that honor could not balance against the lives of the entire K'da race. The human who had spoken to Jack aboard the Advocatus Diaboli had been part of the plot against his people; and whether Cornelius Braxton himself was part of it or not, it was likely that some of those around him were.
