Holo flips a switch and a room lights up with suits, armor, weapons, and a handful of small fighters. “We try to leave things like this untouched and locked away so that when we need it, Solcrue haven’t had time to figure out we have it.”
“So you want to wait to fly a ship out of here until the final escape?”
He nods.
“What optionsdoI have?”
Holo rubs a hand over his mouth and looks away. “Thruster told me to keep you safe. And I will, but I’m not going to make you mine. You are his. And you have your own mind.”
“Damn right.”
Holo inhales slowly. “So here’s what I propose.”
