'Such as?'
Raven stepped close behind Jack and looped his left arm around Jack's throat. He turned around, forcing Jack to turn with him.
Coming toward them on the street, chattering together and paying no attention to the strangers in front of them, were a pair of Wistawki. Tightening his left arm, Raven took his gun away from Jack's neck.
Resting his arm on Jack's shoulder, he leveled the weapon at the approaching aliens.
Jack inhaled sharply, suddenly realizing what Raven intended. Ignoring the pressure on his throat, he grabbed for the gun with both hands.
But he was a split-second eternity too late. Raven's gun spat a flash of laser fire, shifted aim slightly, and spat another one.
Without a sound, not even a final yelp, the two Wistawki crumpled to the ground.
'Like maybe a murder,' Raven said calmly.
'Are you insane?' Jack gasped, staring in horror at the dead Wistawki. 'What—why did you—?'
'What's the problem?' Raven said, waving the laser casually beside Jack's face. The barrel radiated heat, and the slight smell of ozone crinkled his nose. 'A couple of aliens. No big deal.'
'You're insane,' Jack breathed. His whole body was starting to shake now, tears were welling up in his eyes, and his stomach wanted desperately to be sick. Never, ever, in all his years of stealing and cheating people had he ever seen someone gunned down in cold blood that way.
'Not me, friend,' Raven said. 'You're the one who shot them. Right, Drabs?'
'Right,' Drabs agreed. He stepped in front of Jack, back to sneering again. 'Typical alien-hating human, I guess.'
Jack blinked the tears out of his eyes. He would not let these thugs see him cry. He would not.
'But we'll talk about all that later,' Raven said. 'Meanwhile, pleasant dreams.'
Something cold touched Jack's neck just above where Raven was still holding him. There was a whiff of something unpleasant....
The last thing he saw was Drabs's face. Still sneering.
Chapter 15
The Brummga took charge of Jack, holding the sleeping boy upright with one of his massive arms around his waist. Raven went through his pockets, taking the comm clip, the multitool, and the police EvGa scanner. Then, with Raven walking ahead at point and Drabs lagging behind in rearguard position, they headed back toward the spaceport.
Leaving Draycos still resting unnoticed against Jack's skin, fuming quietly to himself.
He should have acted sooner. He should have acted, period. He should have ignored Jack's warning to remain quiet when Raven first appeared on the scene. A leap from the shoulder would have knocked Raven's gun away from Jack's neck, and it would have been the work of half a second to deal with the human.
But then Raven's two companions would have opened fire from their concealment. Could he have neutralized both of them, as well?
Draycos let his claws stretch out of their sheaths against Jack's chest in frustration. Even with the enemy's advantage in numbers and positioning, he felt sure he could have defeated all three of them.
Or at least, he could have if he had been on his own. But he wasn't on his own. Jack wasn't trained, either in combat or in evasion. If Draycos had made a move, the boy would most likely have been killed.
Should he have moved before Raven murdered the Wistawki citizens, then? Should he have leaped out and stopped that from happening? Or should he have done something afterward, perhaps, before they put Jack to sleep?
But no. With Raven's arm pressed around Jack's throat Draycos hadn't been able to see properly, but his hearing hadn't been blocked. Never at any time had all three of the enemy been within range for a quick one-one- one attack, and anything else would again have been risking Jack's life.
Risking it for nothing, too, since it seemed clear that they didn't plan to kill him. At least not right away.
Now, of course, it was too late for action of any sort. Jack was fast asleep, drugged by the chemical Raven had injected into his skin. It was one thing to grab the boy in mid-leap and carry him up onto a balcony. It was a different matter entirely to try to run with him balanced across his back.
No. For the moment the enemy had the upper hand. Draycos would have to watch, and wait, and be patient. If they wanted Jack alive, they must also want something from him. That meant they would eventually have to wake him up. Once Jack was again able to move on his own, there would be time to think about escape.
The group reached the spaceport and went inside, making their way around the outer area where the tubes connected.
Draycos eased an eye just far enough up on Jack's chest to see out the V of his shirt. Eventually, he knew, they would reach a ship.
Eventually, they did.
It was a rather impressive ship, if Jack's spacecraft was a proper standard to judge by. It was nearly twice as big as the Essenay, with an elaborate sleekness about it that implied wealth and social position. Or at least with the Shontine it would have implied that. He studied the craft as they walked toward it, noting its shape and design and features as best he could. Someday he might need to identify it.
Raven, still in the lead, stopped at the bottom of the gangway and waited for the others to catch up. 'All right,' he said when they were gathered together. 'You know the rendezvous point. We've already lost two weeks with the
