Lolita idly rolled the keycard across the back of her hand, as she watched Telnov re-holster his gun for the third time. “Relax, Breaker,” she said, her gold-ringed eyes a calm gray beneath a thick fringe of purple-dipped hair.
Telnov gave her a furtive look and reached again for his gun. He never could look her in the eyes, unnerved by the Celestial that rode her.
“What if the digits don’t work?” Telnov asked. “What if Sayer can’t turn off the-”
“Relax. Keep your head and we’ll be rich.”
Well, she would anyway. She shoved down the Celestial’s hunger.