Concerned, Kira carried the squirrel outside of the container.As soon as she cleared the walls, Jin’s voice blared from the squirrel’s throat.
“Kira, there’s some interference.Something is blocking my signal,” Jin yelled.
“Yes, I figured that out on my own.”
“Oh, good, but you’re still a little difficult to understand.Can you go somewhere else?”
Spotting a nearby metal staircase, Kira nodded.“Stand by.”
Solal looked over curiously from his position on top of a stack of nearby shipping containers as Kira climbed up to the next level.She waved at him to show she was okay.He went back to his surveillance, leaving her to find her way onto the catwalk.
Kira settled against the rail, looking out over the shipyard as one of its cranes lifted a pallet of containers and started to move them to their next destination.
“Is this better?”Kira asked.
“It is.Thanks.I have an update for you.”
“I have one for you too.”
Kira’s gaze drifted back down to the container as Graydon and Amila stepped out.Graydon glanced around, finding Kira quickly.She lifted her fingertips in greeting, relieved when he went back to examining whatever had caught his and Amila’s attention.
“Exciting—but me first,” Jin said.
The squirrel’s eyes started glowing a minute before they projected a close up of Raider’s grumpy expression.
Finn stood behind him, hanging onto a puking woman.
“I see you found Martha,” Kira observed.
Raider opened his mouth, but before he could speak the woman started wailing.
There was a scuffle as she flailed against Finn’s hold.
“Stop that.You’ve already tried escaping several times.You should know by now that you’re not going anywhere,” Finn snapped, looking more irritated than Kira ever remembered seeing him.
Martha didn’t stop her struggle.
If anything, his words renewed her determination to wiggle free.She twisted wildly, thrashing in his grip.
When that didn’t work, she went limp.
No matter what she did though, Finn simply adjusted his grip, never once losing control of the woman.
Raider’s patience snapped when Martha started wailing again.“Will you shut up?No one wants to hear your screeching.”
Martha’s caterwauling got louder.
“One moment,” Raider said.
He turned his back to the camera, gripping Martha’s jaw.“If you don’t shut up right now, I’m throwing you out that airlock.”
Martha froze, her face pinched into a fish’s pout by the strength of Raider’s grip.
“Good.”Raider let her go, tapping her cheek.“Keep that up.”
“Trouble?”Kira asked.
Raider’s eyes glittered with barely suppressed fury.“That bitch broke my nose.”
