Page 31 of Freedom Fighters
“Antibiotics. For infection.”
“What sort of infection?” The intensity in his question made Carmenwonder if it was as idle as it seemed.
“All sorts of infection,” Garrett said.
From just beyond the edge of Garrett’s body, Carmen could see the sergeant’s hand holding the bottle. He pushed the bottle into his pocket. “Get out of here and take your whore with you.”
Garrett picked up her hand, took his bag with the other and stepped around the Insurrectos, bringing her with him.
It clearedthe way for the Insurrectos to slide into the booth, their rifles clattering unmusically against the table edge.
With her back to them, Carmen straightened up, as Garrett dropped Vistarian currency in front of the cash register attendant. He picked up her hand again and pulled her out of the café.
She breathed in deep lungfuls of air. Trembling started up, making her breath shake.
“Ten minutesmore,” Garrett told her. “Then you can fall apart.”
She nodded. She was glad he didn’t let go of her hand.
