calm down, take a breath and stop behaving like an asshole, I will state them to you with pleasure, and you will decide for yourself whether you should kill me or strain your brain and begin to cooperate in a mutually beneficial way. How do you like my offer?

Capture slightly weakened and the captain was able to finally take a breath of air.

“Damn you, just let go,” he croaked, breathing heavily with a whistle.

After a moment or two, Miranda let go of the captain, who dropped the floor to the floor and went into a cough. The woman patiently waited for him to spit out and come to his senses, just in case keeping him at gunpoint, and controlling the airlock door with the corner of her eye, which the boarding team had already begun to open on the other side.

“And why shouldn't I kill you?” - With difficulty suppressing aggression and flowing from the eyes, after massage manicure Miranda, tears, the captain asked. - After all that you have done here, the reason must be very weighty. I would even say - VERY VERY weighty.

“And that's why,” the Woman took the pendant with the carrier from her neck and threw it at him. - Read, maybe you will see the familiar letters ...

The pirate caught the crystal and squinted incredulously at the trunk looking at him, inserted the carrier into his instrumetron.

“So, well, what are we having there ...” he muttered, running his eyes over the diagrams and columns of numbers on the holographic display. - Building schemes, communications plans, characteristics of security systems ... I hope you are not a realtor and did not decide to let me buy a cottage into a mortgage before my death?

“Are you gangsters all so stupid or just you?” - Miranda snapped, - If you have already finished looking at the pictures, can you read to whom this estate belongs?

He scrolled a few pages, carefully read the text and whistled.

- Henry Lawson ... Well, the figure is serious, but I still do not understand what is the use of this?

- And in fact, - continued Mira, - What is in this very estate, the plans of which you now hold, lives his daughter Oriana, whom he cherishes. HIGHLY. ROLE Million so on forty as you think?

“And you assume ...” the captain thoughtfully extended.

- I do not guess, I know for sure. - cut off Miranda. “So it's up to you to continue boiling on those crumbs that you can bargain with the batarian slavers and sooner or later die in prison or a stinky hold with a hole in your head.” Or will you break the bank in one fell swoop, which will provide you for the rest of your life?

- So what? - The pirate shrugged. - What prevents me from taking advantage of these plans, and throwing you into the gateway? While I do not see any weighty argument in your favor. All this I can do myself.

- And how are you going to do it? - World skeptically grimaced, - Would you visit him with your mob of thugs and try to take the villa by storm? Yes, you, with your protocol mugs tied up before you reach Beckenstein. The Snake Nebula is not a Terminus system. Already at the exit from the repeater you will be met by a patrol cruiser and what will you present to him? Pick your own passport instead? Then they will be delighted to you ...

- Well, let's say - the captain nodded, - let's say you believed. So, what is next?

- Next - decide for yourself. I suggest cooperation. I undertake to take you to Beckenstein and plan the operation. You are required to - group capture to neutralize the protection and some financial investments in our company. As you see, I myself was temporarily aground, otherwise I would have talked now not with you, but with the “Blue luminaries” for example.

While the captain was pondering over the unexpected information that had fallen on him, the pirates finally coped with the door and threw themselves into the compartment in a crowd, encircling Miranda in a semicircle and sending ten barrels at her.

- Captain? - The assistant krogan asked him interrogatively, - To kill this bitch or you?

The silence dragged on, the fingers of the bandits on the triggers nervously quivered, and Miranda, already mentally saying goodbye to life, wondered if she would have time to grab with her even a couple of attackers before they riddled her. The blue glow of the biotic field enveloped her, and she spotted oxygen cylinders on the wall of the airlock that could make a very large boom on the side of the airlock chamber. Having already gotten more air into the lungs, she had already led the barrel toward the cylinders, when the captain’s voice defused the silence.

- No Thorn, set aside. - He took a step forward and stood between the team and the woman. - Plans are changing, she will work with us.

- With us?! - Surprisingly I rounded the krogan's eyes, - I did not mishear? After what she did? Killed four of our guys, smeared on the wall like an old Gorek fly, shot my brother's knees and nearly killed you? Are you kidding me cap ?!

“They were nerds, once they let the woman handle themselves,” the commander grimaced. - But now the situation has changed. Thanks to this chick, we can break such a bank that you, dunce, never dreamed of. And if someone is against it - I can quickly remind who is the captain, and who is the second assistant. Yes, Thorn?

The pirates reluctantly lowered their weapons and the captain, in general, repeated to them what he had just heard from Miranda. They looked at her incredulously, but did not dare to interrupt the commander. Although the enterprise was risky, it promised a good sum, even too good to immediately believe in it. However, Worlds arguments were very convincing, especially after she stated that she refuses her share of the ransom and works out of principle. Pirates poorly understood what “principle” is, but they knew mathematics well, especially fractions and division. And this division betrayed them so rosy numbers that even the thug Thorn forgot about his wounded brother and broke into a blissful smile.

- And what about the captives? - Interrupted the team's dreams of blackjack and whores, Thorn, - Ships them in the hold, as usual?

“We don't have time for this,” Miranda said.

- I'm sorry, what? - Turned to her captain.

- We have. Not. On this. Time. - Slowly and with the arrangement she repeated. - No, of course you can continue, I don’t bother you, just remember that in two weeks, or rather in twelve days, the girl will not be in the estate, but she will be on Earth where you are, even with all your desire, the way is ordered.

Thinking a minute, the commander turned to the krogan.

- Thorne, did you hear everything? We leave passengers, pick up the wounded and get out of here, we have little time. We take money and valuables with us. To execute.

- And you mademoiselle ... - The captain turned to her.

“Logan,” Miranda blurted out the first thing that came into her head. - Miranda Logan.

“And I’m glad to welcome you, Mademoiselle Logan, aboard the Chimera.” My name is Jacques Leman. As you have probably noticed, the captain of this rusty vessel.

“Very ... nice,” Mira nodded in response, “Although the circumstances of our acquaintance leave much to be desired.”

“Oh, we will still have the opportunity to meet in a more romantic atmosphere,” Lehman grinned. “Moreover, there is only one cabin on this ship and if you don’t want to sleep in the sailor's cabin ...”

Miranda flushed, burned the captain with her eyes, and turned on her heels 180 degrees, and resolutely walked away. The trip was scheduled that still ...