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The man, Silva, wasn’t any more pleasant after he returned to the hangar. La Capitana drew him aside and they spoke in a whisper. Then Silva, without making any obvious show of it, collected one of his fellow guards and drifted to the far side of the hangar. It left la Capitana and seven guards to one side of them, with Silva and his mate ostensibly cleaning weapons to the other. It placed them in the middle of a crossfire pattern—an indefensible position.
“Did it work?” Tanya whispered to Chad as they both made a show of replacing their fired rounds. They sat on the same wooden crate, small enough that they couldn’t sit facing the same direction, which worked well—better lines of sight and fire if things didn’t go their way.
“Not dead yet. Taking that as a good sign.”
“You never di
