“What do you expect me to be able to do?” His hands flayed around.
“Get me and her off this habitat and fast.” Ciaran could feel his muscles tense.
“And why would I do that? Do I look crazy to you?”
Ciaran looked at his angry friend and realized that relying on the bond of friendship just wasn’t going to cut it.
“There’ll be an award obviously.”
He could see his erstwhile friend’s imagination blossoming.
“How much?”
They both briefly went silent.
“More than you would ever need. She’s with a rich and powerful organization.”
“Well, you are a good friend I guess. And she needs help. There’s a back alleyway out of this place. Not many know about it. My car is right beside. I’ll take you to a safehouse. Now how did you get here?”
“On my flyer.”
“I’ll get someone to get of it and any cameras that may have seen you.”
“I’ll go get her.”
Ciaran went and got Tabitha. She had a big smile when she saw him. He took her hand and they followed Gerard through a series of narrow and twisting small laneways. There were multiple doorways to go in. A wrong turn and you’d end up in someone’s dwelling.
After a hundred or so meters, they reached Gerard’s red Cadillac, an archaic vehicle from a bygone area.
“Right, into the boot,” Gerard instructed.
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