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"I'm a good shot," she argued, coming closer. "There are five of them out there: three ornithorpes and
two men-things. If they decide to all rush you at once, another gun could make the difference."

"Especially if it was directed at us, from behind," said Yakus pleasantly. "No thanks, Savaya. We'll take
our chances."

Flinx slid down and rested his back against the talus slide. "I don't think they'll rush us tonight."

Black eyes studied him curiously in the darkness. "I can't see you too well, whatever your name is."

"Call me Flinx."

"You seem a little young to be making those kinds of pronouncements with such surety."

"I do all right." Flinx took no offense. If the woman was planning some treachery, it would be best if
she thought of him as an overconfident child.

Something with the intensity of a green star erupted against the roof of the mine. Both muccax came
awake, bleating throaty objections. The dryzam barely stirred, however, as a shower of gravel fell from the
scorched pit in the stone ceiling.

Another energy bolt shot by well overhead, while a third exploded against the pile of talus shielding
them. Flinx fired in response. Unlike what happened with the energy beamers, it was impossible to tell
where his needier was striking. He could only fire in the direction the energy bursts had come from.

By the same token, however, the needier didn't reveal its user's presence. The manipulators of those
beamers had better keep moving from place to place as they fired, or Flinx would use their discharges to
pinpoint them.

"See anything?" he asked tightly.

"Not a thing, boy," Yakus replied. Flinx noticed that Savaya was curled close to the old man and he
didn't appear to be in a hurry to push her away. Well, Flinx had her needier, and he didn't think she could
wrestle Knigta's weapon away from him before Flinx could bring his own gun to bear. Nor was the old
man a fool... he hoped.

"There, to your right!" she suddenly shouted. Flinx spun to face that direction, saw a shadowy form
partly outlined against the rocks. He fired, and was rewarded with a cry of pain. The shape retreated into
the darkness. Flinx fired again, but the sound wasn't repeated, and he wasn't anxious to leave the safety of
the mine to pursue the wounded figure.

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He remembered the source of the warning. "Thanks," he told the woman.

"I told you," she said, a touch impatiently, "I'm on your side now. Can I have my gun back?"