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. And I wasn't a machine. I'm letting you live, Rowan. Don't ask me to trust you into the bargain." He jammed the lasgun into her side. "Open the door. And watch what you say and do."
She nodded, touched the controls.
The door slid open.
Five Marines, beam rifles leveled, were waiting for them out in the corridor.
Rowan raised her hands, stepped out. Xris crowded close behind her, using her body as a shield.
"I've got a 22-decawatt lasgun," he told the Marines. "It's set to fire the second the pressure of my finger relaxes. You so much as stun me and the major dies."
"He's not bluffing," Rowan said swiftly. "He's a mercenary, working for the Corasians. Part of the enemy attack force. Now, if you'll just let us pass--"
The captain of the Marines looked uneasy. "You know we can't do that, Major Mohini. We have standing orders to shoot you, rather than allow you to fall into enemy hands."
Rowan glanced back over her shoulder. "I'm sorry."
Xris glared at her. "Why, you--"
The lights went out. The windowless corridor was suddenly, intensely, unbelievably dark.
Xris's infrared vision clicked on; he could see warm bodies. The Marines, on the other hand, were completely blind. The cyborg took out the captain with a blow of his metal hand to the jaw, sent the man reeling. A kick of his steel leg sent another Marine to the floor.
Grabbing hold of Rowan's arm, Xris dragged her after him, began running down the corridor
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