“I’m not done,” Holden said, and took a step forward, deliberately moving into Murtry’s space. The security man stiffened, but didn’t step back. “When the shuttle leaves, it’s going to take some of the colonists with it. The sick and vulnerable first. And as soon as your people can de-weaponize the second shuttle, it’ll start making runs too. I’m giving the same orders to the
Murtry’s smile cooled. “Is that right?”
“It is.”
“I fail to see why the ship that brought the squatters here can’t also take them away,” Murtry said.
“One, it no longer has the room,” Holden started.
“Then they should dump the ore they illegally stole from this world,” Murtry said.
“And two,” Holden continued as if he hadn’t interrupted, “she’s down to the last of her supplies. I won’t stick hundreds of people on that ship that may not make it back to Medina. I doubt it’s RCE policy to ignore a humanitarian crisis. And even if it is, it’s sure as hell going to make for terrible press.”
Murtry took an answering step toward Holden, crossing his arms and shifting his smile into an equally meaningless frown.
Almost as if he could sense the thought, Amos shuffled forward and put one hand on the butt of his pistol. Wei shifted to his right, still gripping her rifle.
“Of course,” Murtry said. “We’d be happy to assist.”
“Uh,” Holden replied
“You’re right. We can’t leave them here,” Murtry continued. “And there isn’t room for them anywhere else. I’ll let the
“That would be great,” Holden said. “Thank you.”
“Doctor Okoye,” Murtry said. Holden turned to find the diminutive scientist had come in, her usual tentative smile on her face.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she said. “But we’ve gotten the radio back up. We’re on with the
“Thank you,” Murtry said and started to follow her out of the room. He paused, as though something had suddenly occurred to him, and turned to Holden. “You know, we’re only in this situation because these people came down and built a shantytown. We’d brought much better structures with us on the heavy shuttle. Much of this could have been avoided.”
Holden started to reply, but Elvi said, “Oh, no. I’m unhappy about the loss of the dome and the permanent structures too. But we clocked gusts of three hundred and seventy kilometers an hour out there. Nothing we set up would have withstood that.”
“Thank you, Doctor Okoye,” Murtry said with a tight smile, “for correcting me. Let’s go call the ship, shall we?”
Elvi blinked in puzzlement as Murtry left. “Is he mad at me?”
“Sweetie,” Amos said, clapping her on the back, “that just means you’re not an asshole.”
Chapter Thirty-Two: Havelock
After they’d lost radio contact with Murtry, Havelock had tried to sleep. He