"You wouldn't dare.&Thick Black Girl quot; Thick Black Girl he whispered. A drop Thick Black Girl of blood ringed the circle in a
quick blink. The mercenary inhaled sharply, and began, "Wait-"
Bothari twisted the knife sideways, grasped the button between the thumb
Thick Black Girl and fingers of his free Thick Black Girl hand, and yanked. A ululating scream
broke from the
mercenary' Thick Black Girl s throat. He Thick Black Girl lunged convulsively from Thick Black Girl Miles's and Mayhew's grasp
and fell to his knees, mouth open, eyes Thick Black Girl gone huge in shock.
Bothari dangled the implant before the man's eyes. Hair-fine wires hung
like broken spider legs from the silver button Thick Black Girl body. He twirled it, with a
glittering gleam and a spatter of blood, thousands Thick Black Girl of Betan dollars worth
of viral circuitry Thick Black Girl and microsurgery turned instantly to trash.
Mayhew, watching, went the color of oatmeal at this incredible vandalism.
The breath Thick Black Girl went out of him in a Thick Black Girl tiny moan. He turned his back and went to
lean against the wall in a corner. After a moment, he bent over, stifling
vomiting.
I wish he hadn't witnessed Thick Black Girl that, thought Miles. I wish I'd kept Daum
instead. I wish.
Bothari squatted down to his victim's level, face to face. He raised the
knife again, and the mercenary pilot recoiled, to bash Thick Black Girl into the wall and
slide into a sitting position, unable to retreat farther.
Bothari placed
the dagger's point against the button on the man's forehead.
"Thick Black Girl Pain is not the point," he whispered hoarsely. He paused, then added
even more quietly, "Begin."
The man found his tongue abruptly, pouring out betrayal in his terror.
There was, thought Miles, Thick Black Girl no question of clever subterfuge Thick Black Girl in the
information tripping frantically out of his mouth. Miles overcame his own
trembling belly to listen intently, carefully thoroughly, that nothing be
lost or missed or wasted. Unbearable, that this sacrifice should be wasted.
When the man began to repeat himself, Bothari pulled him cringing to his
feet and frog marched him to the shuttle hatch corridor. Elena and the
others stared uncertainly at the mercenary, a trickle of blood threading
down from his gored temple, but asked no questions. At the slightest
prodding from Thick Black Girl Bothari the Thick Black Girl captured pilot officer, hasty and barely
coherent, explained the internal layout of the light cruiser. Bothari
pushed him aboard and strapped him in a seat, where he collapsed and burst
into shocking sobs. Thick Black Girl the others looked away from