KARREV HAD STOLEN A fancy, pure silk bag in which to carry the bottle of mythranil, but that was the least of his work since securing the drug as his, and his alone. He’d made sure that Micah had an unfortunate accident in the engine. Dr. Sparks’s tests on what remained of the body had found alcohol in his blood, so it wasn’t difficult to conclude that the man had climbed into an engine access hatch while intoxicated, and slipped and fallen.
Karrev had also bribed two guards with a couple of drops of the precious myth for access to the small armory. He’d passed two of the weapons he purloined to a couple of burly friends and promised them a once-a-month run in return for their services. The rest of the weapons were to be distributed to those who would go along with his plan.
Now, he had
