Who: Deacon, Jeff and open What: Arrival When: Now Where: Kitchen Warning: Suspicious soldier android ready for violence
The markets of Copernicus 5 were crowded and noisy. The perfect place for two fugitives to vanish. For a time, at least. This stop had lasted several weeks, and Deacon hadn't sensed any pursuit.
Yet.
He kept his eyes open as he and Jeff moved through the crowds to buy the boy some more rations. He led him around a corner, and suddenly silence engulfed them.
Even as he registered the change in their environment, he was shoving Jeff behind him, clamping a hand over the boy's mouth before he could ask a question and give away their position.
He took in their surroundings with super-human speed and percision. Indoors. It seemed to be some sort of food preparation center. Empty, at the moment. He frowned slightly. It didn't make any sort of logical sense. He reached out and grabbed a knife from a block on the counter and pressed the hilt into Jeff's hand. "Follow me," he hissed, "and don't say anything."