Siteki gestured to the three waiting crewmen. “Cut them down,” he ordered, “hogtie them, gag them properly and bring them to the junk,” and he strode out of the container.
“Come, Dawnelle,” Shimatsu took her arm, “I have champagne waiting aboard my junk. We shall drink a toast to my new slaves, and then you can brief me on how the “Black” file came to be breached.”
“I can’t understand it,” Dawnelle shook her head, “it shouldn’t have happened.”
“No,” Shimatsu agreed shortly, “it shouldn’t. I trust you have ideas to stop it happening again, because I do not tolerate failure, as you well know.”
The redhead licked her lips nervously, “Yes, sir. I know that and I won’t let you down.”
“Good. Then there is nothing to worry about. Come, let us drink champagne,” and he led her out of the conta
