“No, it seems that you are all confused,” the man replied, after a moment’s thought. “You say that you saw us together, but I don’t know anyone called Mayve, or who you are or anyone called Jeklew come to that.” He lifted the pistol. “I reckon you would have been better just forgetting the whole thing, and leaving while you could have. Now it’s a lot more difficult.”
At that point, I thought I was finished, I was going to die, and I felt very sad. After all that I had been through, I never thought it would end like this. And I still didn’t know what was in the box, what I would die for, and I thought to myself, I can’t go without that knowledge. So in desperation I said, “Wait a moment, she’s told me a lot of things, I know about the box, and the plane crash on Nova, and Jev, the dead gyrl.”
I hoped that this would buy me time to think of a way out.
He seemed taken aback. “Then you know far too much than is good for you, I’m sorry but we can’t leave any loose ends.” He raised the pistol. I looked straight at him; I wanted to see it coming.
The door opened and the short one entered. “Stop!” he called, and pulled the tall one out, shutting the door. Again I could hear shouting, and again I could hear a female voice. This went on for what seemed like an age, and I wondered if these were the last sounds I would ever hear.
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