CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The rest of the day was spent cleaning the deck, as well as helping out with any other odd jobs that needed to be done around the ship. Fingerprints and I often worked together, but sometimes we had to separate to do different tasks. That always made me worried whenever that happened, because I didn’t want us separated for long in case someone found out who we really were.
Mostly, however, I was worried about the incoming transaction tonight. I still disagreed with Fingerprints’ idea about waiting to retrieve the weapon until tonight, but at the same time, I wasn’t so sure that my idea of breaking in and taking it right now was the best response, either. I reasoned that I could potentially fly both of us off the ship to make a quick escape if I had to, but then I thought
