“Everything okay here, boss?” asked Tabitha as she took position by her captain’s side, holding the sub-laser low at her waist.
Foster glanced at her weapon but maintained frigid countenance.
“Just peachy, Tabitha.”
“You sure about that?” she asked, glancing back and forth between the two men.
“Yes," Bryce said, placing his hands on his hips. "Mr. Foster and I were just coming to an agreement. He is willing to pay us a handsome sum for transport to Tomb.”
“Tomb? I hope you’re going jettison this fool from orbit. I’m not setting foot on Tomb. That place is a death trap.”
“Just help the man with his bags, Tab. Okay?”
“Aye aye, Cap’n,” she said, tossing a half-enthused salute his way.
“Smart decision, Captain Stirling,” Foster said in a low voice.
“I want half the fare up front,” sai
