“Come on! I’m human!”
“Who committed a crime against a Drastan. They’re in right here.”
“I wasn’t even after the Drastan!” the man exclaimed, then realized what he’d said and paled even more.
“You weren’t after me, then you were after Heather. What for?”
“I want a lawyer,” the male whined.
“What’s your name?” Devlon demanded. The male refused to answer him.
“Do you recognize him, lieutenant colonel?”
“No, he’s not one of my people.”
Kyle came in and looked at the situation. “What’s happening?”
“This male tried to attack Heather. We need to identify him.”
Kyle pulled out his handheld computer and waved it in front of the male, frowning at his results. “He’s not registered with any of the known domes or tribes.”
“He’s probably either in a tribe that hasn’t been registered yet or he’s a subway rat, someone who goes tribe to tribe trading but not belonging,” Heather told them.
“Similar to Hali then?” Kyle asked.
“Yes.”
“Who are you?”
The man whispered his name: “Todd.”
“What do you want with Heather?” Devlon demanded. The male still remained silent. “Answer me or die right here!”
The man, Todd, was now sweating profusely, trembling in fear. “Please.”
“Tell me why you were after Heather!”
“I was promised trade credits if I convinced her to support the resistance.”
“If she refused?”
“They would pay extra if I…”
“If you what?” Devlon growled out.
“Killed her, or you.”
“Why? Who ordered the attack?” Devlon continued.
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t believe you.” Devlon kept his hand on the male’s throat and squeezed.
“I was rounded up with some other subway rats a few days ago.”
“By whom?”
“Some of the resistance and their sympathizers.”
