She didn’t like realizing that she was looking into the eyes of a decent man. “Grudge match. Usually, it’s to the death.”
“It’s smarter for me to kill you all.” His men raised their weapons.
“You could try. The rest of my people will likely be here at any moment, and there’s so few of you, unless you’re hiding the rest. Wonder how many mercs went boom . . . I suspect it was all of them but you three.”
A flicker in his eyes told her she was right. Dred repressed a smirk. This wasn’t the time to muck up the negotiations by being an asshole. The fact that he was talking instead of shooting told her he might be amenable to an alliance if she gave him the right opening and an opportunity to save face.
He wore a hard look. “The fact is, those men made their choices.”
Her eyes widened as she realized what happened. “They betrayed you. They were stealing the ship, stranding you here. That must really piss you off.”
“Nothing I can do about it now.”
“It’s smarter to face me than deal with everyone in Queensland. You can trust me to keep our agreement. The rest? Not so much.”
He hesitated, glancing at his surviving men as if trying to take a quick census. “If I accept, I set the terms.”
“I’m listening.”
“If I win, you grant us clemency for past offenses.”
That sounded dangerously reasonable. “And if I do?”
“You can kill me, if you promise not to harm my men.”
“Boss, no.”
But Vost held up a hand, eyes steady on hers.
Dammit. His actions sprang from a desire to protect the soldiers loyal to him. Vost had to know he was in a tenuous, disastrous position, stuck on a station where the natives hated and wanted him dead. Yet he was trying to buy his men a better position with the currency of his own life.
“As long as they’re willing to take orders from me, they can fight for Queensland. But the penalty for disloyalty is high here. Infractions start with flogging, continue to castration, and end in death.”
“Iron fist,” one of the mercs muttered.
She ignored him. “Well, Vost? It’s a limited-time offer. I hear others approaching.”
“Yes. Bring it, Dresdemona.”
It had been a long time since anyone called her by her full name. Probably the last time she’d heard it, her mother had been aggravated with her about something. Likely, his knowledge was meant to rattle her and put her off her game. But she had been looking forward to this moment since he arrived on station, talking about how he controlled the facility. Wrong, you bastard. This is my house.
“Armor off.”
His men started to protest, but he waved them away, and there was an oddly ritual air as they stripped the plated segments and piled them nearby. He was strong and fit, better built and nourished than most of the men in Perdition.
This won’t be easy.
Ordinarily, there would be a bigger audience, Calypso holding court in the circle, but this would have to do. She felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that he was offering his life as a bargaining chip, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from raising her chains in challenge. One end wrapped around her wrist with a length hanging loose between her hands, and the other tail sat in her palm, waiting for her to flick it outward. The comforting weight of the blade in her boot reminded her that she could repeat the tactic that took down Grigor, if necessary.
Vost pulled two knives with long, wickedly serrated blades, superior to any shiv crafted in here. By the gleam of the metal, they looked like durasteel. I’ll have to be fast. She wasn’t afraid of pain, and unless he opened a major artery, she should be able to heal any incidental injuries. Good thing he doesn’t know that. It felt like cheating, but her hidden resilience meant she’d finally get to kill him.
Dred smiled. “Call it, Tam.”
“Before these witnesses, the terms are set and the battle is joined. Begin!”
She lashed out, but he was faster than he looked. Vost ducked, whirling, and came in with his blades. Dred leapt to avoid the slash at her knees. While that strike might not kill her, it would’ve crippled her. She snapped her teeth at him as she danced back a few steps to give herself more room to work the chains. His mercs called out encouragement, whereas Tam and Katur were silent. Remembering the friends Vost had killed added to her resolve, and she already had strength and speed from Jael. Dred whipped the chain at his head, but somehow, she missed him again. She cocked her head, puzzled, because with any other man, she would’ve already knocked him down, at least once. He was quicker than he should have been.
“Should I have told you? I’m augmented,” he said, as they circled.
Behind her, Tam drew in a breath, which told Dred that he knew the answer. “What does that mean?”
“Fortified bones, reinforced joints. I’ve had supplements to my reflexes as well.”
“I didn’t even know they were doing that.”
“They’ll do anything for sufficient credits,” Tam muttered.
She didn’t let the merc disrupt her focus though she gave him credit for trying. “So you’ll be a little tougher to kill than anticipated. I’m not afraid of hard work.”
“Not according to your dossier. I’ve been curious, though. Did they tally up your body count? I’ve always thought it seemed low.”
She slashed a chain toward him, but he was already sliding to the side, and it slammed into the wall behind him in a cascade of sparks. “Sorry, not telling. I have my secrets.”
If I can’t fight him the normal way, then I need to shift my attack strategy.
“You can trust me.”
Dred laughed at that. “The only person on station I trust less than you is Mungo.”
“That’s the one who eats people?”
“Then you understand your place in the hierarchy.”
“That’s harsh. The crazy one with the bone chair doesn’t seem as if she could be relied upon in a crisis.”
The conversation made it hard for her to focus on killing, doubtless what he intended. He had been circling, watching her defenses, and soon he’d go on the offense. Since this fight could not end in clemency, she had to figure out how to take Vost out.
“He drops his shoulder when he’s considering a strike,” Tam said softly.
“Unfair,” Vost chided.
She smirked. “It’s not interference. It’s an insight.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Vost etched a mocking salute at Tam, and then he slashed toward her, each knife slicing the air until she swore it made a sound.
She whipped her chains around as a defensive measure; it would take someone stronger and faster to get inside her defenses when she was braced for a strike. A lesser opponent would already be bleeding from half a dozen cuts. If I used blades instead of chains, I don’t think I could keep him at bay. She feinted a blow, and he dodged, allowing her to land the true snap at his ankle. He flinched when metal slammed into bone, but he was tough enough to shake off the pain. The strike left her off-balance, and he slashed a cut down her left arm. Hot blood trickled from the wound, slicking the metal length of the chain.
“That looks painful.”
She snarled a smile. “How’s your leg holding up?”
One of the mercs said softly, “They’re pretty evenly matched. Should I shoot her?”