A Fire in Their Eyes #162

"Has payment been discussed?" Crow asked. "I don't recall."

Karros snorted. "Your lawsuits will have been dismissed by the end of day today, by which time you will be on a space station boarding a shuttle for the dark side of the moon."

"Are you familiar with the situation with my son?" Crow asked.

Karros shrugged. "The senti? Kidnapped by other sentis?"

A deep frown creased Crow's face. "The government gets him back for me, or I'm going back to my room and watching Law and Order reruns." He stopped in his tracks on the stairs, and one of the soldiers put a hand on his shoulder and Crow could feel the iron tension in the attached arm, waiting for a word from Karros.

Karros looked at him for a moment and then shrugged again. "Done. Washington wants the group responsible buried anyway." He pointed a finger at Crow and looked over his sunglasses. Crow saw that both eyes had been replaced with mil-spec cybernetic eyes that glowed a dull red and made his face take on a skull-like appearance. "I'm telling you though, that you might not want to come back from the moon after you see what we've got. If every single scientist we had up there hadn't said you were the guy to get, we could find a thousand other guys willing to kill to get up there."

"One more thing." Crow said. "I want Green Eyes released."

Karros shrugged, his favorite gesture. "No dice. That whole deal was put in a holding pattern this morning though. Congress doesn't know what the hell to do, and the district attorney isn't going to do anything without word from Washington."

Crow raised his hands in mock surrender. "Take me to your leader."

They boarded a military transport up at Moffett field, which had been closed for years but still had intact runway for emergency use into and out of the area. The hangers were the biggest in the world and a historical society had slapped preservation lawsuits on them, so the planes that were there had to park outside the concrete and steel monstrosities built in the middle of the Cold War for the very purpose of housing them. Crow waved at a cluster of tourists staring at him, Rebecca, and their military escort, apparently trying to figure out if they were personages worthy of snapping a picture or two.