The predetermined knock Tali and I had set up-the same one we used in the hospital a couple weeks ago-sounded against the door.
"All good, Tali. He came to his senses," I called out.
She sighed again, the sound heavy even through the door. With a grating shhh noise, the key appeared on the floor on our side of the door. Tali thumped the outside of the door. "Dammit. I want to shoot someone! Why is everyone stealing my fun?"
I grabbed the key, unlocked the door. Pushing it open, I looked in her eyes. "I don't know, babe. Does Foster need a good cap in his ass? I'll help get him running in the right direction."
Her bottom lip sticking out, she shook her head. "No. He was actually really nice on the way over here. He called the news station." She looked at Ryker. "They didn't run a sto
