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and whatever he saw propelled him in a great leap that ended with Aygar and Sassinak tangled out the back door, and flames bursting out behind them. “Snarks in a bucketl”

Sassinak struggled out from under the younger man and shook her head. Screams, more sounds of mayhem. She looked down the alley they’d landed in. She hated planets . . . living on them, at least. No one to keep things really shipshape. On the other hand, this filthy and disreputable bit of real estate offered hiding places no clean ship would. Aygar, she noted, had a bleeding gash down his face and several rips in his coverall, but no serious injury.

He was already up on one knee, looking surprisingly relaxed and comfortable for someone who had narrowly escaped death. He had probably saved her life with that last lunge for the back door.

“Hanks,” she said, trying to figure out what to do with him. She’d thought of him more as deterrence than serious help if things turned nasty. And at the moment, they were about as nasty as she had seen in awhile.

“We should go,” he pointed out. “I was told only Insystem had that sort of weaponary.”

“We’re going.”

Another quick glance, and she chose the shorter end of the alley. Nothing happened on die first quick dash to cover behind a stinking trash bin with rusty streaks down its sides. Sassinak eyed the other back doors opening on the alley. Surely someone should have peeked? Unless the neighborhood were really that tough, in which case ...

“There’s someone behind the next one of these,” Aygar said softly in her ear.