arrested, because they don’t have weapons, no police, nothing but brute force and I feel like I’m a kid again, caught up in a game of cops and robbers and locked away in a coat closet because it’s the only place we can think of to use as a jail. But I can’t forget the bars that stripe along the floor, cut across my bunk, those are real, this isn’t just a game of make-believe. No one’s going to come down here and laugh when they find us, ask, “What are you doing in here?” and set us free, that’s not going to happen because they won’t let the Semper Fi land. They won’t let the rest of our crew back in the colony.
Ellington seems to think. Conlan’s lost one child already. I suspect he’s harnessed too much hope on Shanley’s briox to let another go without a fight.
he needs, and he almost won
